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500 follower special!

pairing: bestfriend's brother!wooyoung x ftm reader [gn reader coming soon!]

wordcount: 6,7k

content: Your best friend's twin has been the bane of your existence for the last 10 years. That was, until, he decided to visit your dreams.

warnings: nsfw, drinking, weed - both joints and a bong, drinking games, cunnilingus, pool sex, sex without a condom (dont!) afab ftm reader, use of words like cunt, clit etc. lmk if I'm missing anything!

soundtrack: water + truth or dare - tyla, Water - Ten

a/n: Thank you so much for 500 followers😭😭 I hope this fic makes up for all of my breaks between fics I made this as long as I could bc I really wanted to do smth special <333 also shoutout to @zh0nggucc1 for being my bsf 🙏❤️ one more note, this is proofread but I always manage to make a 1000 mistakes so I apologise for any!! Happy reading!

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"Finally you're here! Took you long enough" your best friend shouts over the music, holding out a shot glass filled with a clear liquid, "Gotta do a shot before I let you in, Jongho's orders" she smirks as she salutes.

"Really? At-," you quickly glance at your phone," 5 pm? I thought drinking would start later?" you look over the girl's shoulder to see Jongho and Mingi already holding clear cups with some sort of concoction in them.

"Look I'm not arguing with Jongho, he'll throw me in the pool and I haven't changed into my swimsuit yet, so! Take the damn shot will you, pretty please?" she looked at you with big round eyes as if that would persuade your decision.

"I'll do it just stop looking at me like that, it's kind of scary…" you teased, grabbing the shot and throwing it back, hissing slightly at the burn.

"Atta boy! Now go say hi while I go get changed." she ran off before you could argue. As you stepped inside you were greeted by your two friends that you had just seen, Mingi throwing his arm over your shoulder pulling you close to him and offering you his cup. You took a sip out of curiosity about what they had been drinking, not surprised when it tasted of all the soju flavours mixed with a dash of some juice they'd found in the back of the cupboard.

"Mmm! That is awful! Best one yet Mingi I mean seriously they should get you making poison," you and Jongho laughed as Mingi shoved your shoulder and pouted.

You felt eyes on you from somewhere as you looked around the room, your vision landing on the one person you'd hoped you wouldn't have to see until at least 10 shots in. Wooyoung.

Wooyoung was the biggest pain in your ass, and what made it even worse was that he was your best friend's brother. You had been best friends with Vee since the rotten age of 12 years old. Since your first day at your new school, you had practically been attached at the hip, never being away from each other for more than a couple of days — the problem there was that her twin brother Wooyoung was also attached to your hip, and somehow knew how to get on your every last nerve. He never did anything inherently bad to you but you just found him irritating nonetheless, even as the years passed, the smirk on his face every time he said or did something that knew would rile you up irked you.

"Your little boyfriend is watching you again~" Mingi sang into your ear, obviously already tipsy because there was no way in hell you'd ever be with Wooyoung. Was he attractive? Objectively, you guessed so. Had he given you butterflies once or twice when he held your hips to pass you as you helped his mom with the dishes? Maybe? But that was just a natural reaction, it didn't mean anything. Did the clothes that he gave you after you came out smell like him and make you feel funny? … He uses a nice cologne, that's all— The point is he wouldn't date you with the way he acted and you wouldn't either. So it was fine. Totally. Fine.

You elbowed Mingi in the side causing him to double over dramatically and wail, making Jongho laugh even more. You laughed along but couldn't shake the feeling that Wooyoung was still staring at you, so you excused yourself from the boys to go see Hongjoong in the kitchen.

"Vee not with you?" He asked as he spotted you rounding the island to greet him.

"She's upstairs getting changed, Praying she won't be much longer, need her to swat Wooyoung away." Hongjoong laughed as he shook his head at your misery.

"Surely he's not that bad y/n, he's cool when he's with us, a yapper at most," you stared at him with disbelief.

"All of you. Traitors!" You sighed as Hongjoong began to laugh more.

"Who's a traitor?" Your muscles stiffened as you felt a familiar pair of hands on your sides, causing you to roll your eyes and ignore the dip in your stomach. One thing Wooyoung never seemed to understand was personal space, 'what's yours is mine' as he would say.

"We all think you're just the best Wooyoung but y/n doesn't agree," Hongjoong exclaims to the boy behind you. You shake your head at Hongjoong's words, they might be true but it was still rough he put you on the spot. Wooyoung's thumb massaged the flesh at your side as he placed his head on your shoulder.

"Impossible, y/n loves me, don't you?" He smirked as you looked down at him. That fucking smirk.

"yeah, about as much as the rock in my shoe right now," you huffed as you shrugged him off. "I'm getting in the pool, I'll see you lot there, yeah?" you announced, walking through the back door before hearing Vee's voice behind you.

"Wait for me!" She exclaimed slipping by her brother and joining your side, a cute and flowy bathing suit adorning her body as Hongjoong watched her flaunt past. As you got to the pool Vee turned to you, "What was happening with you and Woo back there?" you shook your head, already sick of hearing his name in such as short amount of time.

"Nothing was happening! He's just weird and clingy!" Vee looked at you with confusion, being able to read your thoughts and know them better than you do at this point.

"Then why are you being so defensive? He doesn't usually piss you off this bad, what happened?" She said in a soft tone, the tone that made you feel safe despite feeling so irritated. You knew the answer to her question, but your words fell short.

Last night you had a dream. About Wooyoung. Everything seemed normal until he sat down next to you on your best friend's bed and laid his hand against your thigh, his thumb circling the skin just as his hands would always do when they came into contact with you.

"You want me, don't you?" His big brown eyes stared into your own as he carried on massaging your flesh, tingles zipping up and down your spine as you sat there in utter shock. The close proximity forced you to take in all his features. His little moles under his eye and on his lip. His gorgeous jawline sculpted by god himself. The way his fresh out-of-the-shower hair was draped over his forehead and the way the water droplets rolled over his tanned skin. God, he really was pretty, wasn't he? Your eyes darted back and forth between his features before finally landing back on his lips. You felt yourself leaning forward, losing control of your muscles as you did.

"Yeah." Wooyoung's face moved towards yours and joined your lips together so gently you barely felt it as his free hand pressed to your neck to bring you closer, the warmth of his hands and lips sending you into overdrive-

And that's when you jolted up out of your sleep in a cold sweat.

"Hello? Earth to y/n?" Vee waved a hand in front of your face to try to gain your attention, "What you thinking about?

"I… I had a dream and it's freaking me out okay? No more questions." you mumbled out of embarrassment.

"About my brother!? That's definitely new…don't tell me if you had sex because that's gross but I'm gonna need details!" she looks at you with a look of curiosity and horror.

"Will you lower your voice? Good god, I'm about five seconds from drowning myself in your pool."

She sighs, "Fine, but just use protection, you'd be a great dad but I don't want to be an aunt yet, I'm already busy enough with Kyungmin." you mirror her look of horror from a minute ago.

"I'm not gonna have sex with him Jesus!" she laughs at your panicked expression before sitting down to dip her feet in the pool.

"You getting in or what? We've been standing around for long enough" she said before throwing herself into the pool, splashing you on the way in. You smile and set your stuff down on a chair before taking your shirt off and following suit.

You and Vee chilled in the pool as more guests arrived and began to fill the water around you with inflatables and games, music filling the air as the sky changed to purple and red hues, the fairy lights hung on the fence twinkling this the reflection of the water. After a while, you could feel your skin getting ready to shrivel in the water so you decided to get out and dry off and get a drink. Compared to earlier the kitchen was now filled with people, the majority you knew but there were still quite a few new faces, maybe Wooyoungs friends? you didn't really care to converse with people who associated with him, so you went straight to the drinks table.

Only to feel a stranger's hands around you, pulling you towards him, "Hey handsome, what are you drinking? I'll get it for you hm?" Great, some drunk asshole has already started making rounds but before you could even reply with a snide comment, Wooyoung had ripped the guy away from you and had a hand clutched onto the guy's shirt.

"Don't fucking touch him you asshole, if you're gonna act like this Minjun ill kick you out right fucking now." Woo hissed at.. minjun? so he must know him then. Minjun put his hands up in defeat and apologised to Wooyoung before walking to the living room. Wooyoung turned back to you looking you up and down with worry. He knew you weren't comfortable with that much physicality, especially with strangers, but it was still weird to see him so outwardly caring about the state you were in. Maybe he was always like this, but you opted to ignore him most of the time so you wouldn't know.

"Y/n you okay, he didn't hurt you right? do you want him out he can leave, I'm sorry I didn't think he'd be weird-" You cut off his rambling, just wanting to leave and put on a shirt to not feel so exposed for the time being.

"Woo, it's fine I'll survive." You were looking around until that moment, finally connecting with his eyes. You noticed that he had a rather surprised reaction, not understanding why until you replayed what you just said in your head.

You never called him Woo, that was only reserved for friends. You never considered yourself to be anything close to a friend to him so you refused to call him it, despite him telling you to the first time you met him. You didn't really want to discuss this with him any more than you already had, so you slid past him to go and grab your shirt.

"Seriously, what the fuck is happening with you two?" Vee laughed at her brother, "He's spoken to you more tonight than he has in the last 10 years and It's kind of freaking me out honestly." Wooyoung stood there still in a state of surprise, acknowledging his sister's words, before returning to his regular composure.

"Oh I'll figure it out, he can't keep a secret from me." He flashed a grin at his sister and sauntered to the living room, grabbing an empty bottle and calling everyone to sit down and play spin the bottle.

You reluctantly sat down in the fairly small circle after San linked arms with you and practically pulled you to it. Surprisingly most of the guests didn't want to play so most of them either sat down to spectate and cheer on the players or moved outside to relax in the warm summer night air.

"Who's going first then?" Seonghwa sighed looking around the circle, praying someone would volunteer so there wouldn't be an extensive game of rock paper scissors.

"One of the hosts should go first, it's courtesy" Yeosang chimed in, looking between Wooyoung and Vee.

"Ooh, I'll go then~" Vee chirped, leaning into the middle and giving the bottle a good spin. The circle of people watched the bottle circle round a few times before landing dead centre between Hongjoong and Mingi.

"That's pointing at me!" Mingi exclaimed to Hongjoong, only for Hongjoong to argue back that it was pointing at him.

Vee laughed at the bickering boys, "I'll kiss you both then, yeah?" She crawled over to where they were and gave them a quick peck each before moving back to her space. You rolled your eyes and laughed at the boys who were abashedly blushing next to you. They span the bottle a few more times before it finally landed on you. At this point the group was teetering on the edge of being buzzed and drunk, you being the former.

"Come on y/n spin it!~" Vee shouted not being able to register her volume now, obviously being the latter the way her cheeks were rosy. You reached over to the bottle and spun it, anticipation making your stomach churn. You watched it spin round and around, feeling as though it was taking hours to slow down. Finally, it came to a halt and your heart stopped, knowing damn well who was sitting in that direction. But as you looked up -

"Yunho! kiss! kiss! kiss!" the circle cheered and gawked at the two of you in excitement. You and Yunho met in the middle before pressing your lips together briefly, moving back to your designated spots. Yunhos cheeks were slightly flushed, mostly from the alcohol, but before you could think about it anymore, your eyes drifted to Wooyoung who was staring right back at you. His eyelids were lowered as he kept his gaze fixed on your lips. what the fuck? You would blame it on him drinking but he had drank less than you at the point, so it was kind of scaring your buzzed brain.

As you watched the bottle spin over and over again, it managed to keep narrowly avoiding you, making your stomach flip time and time again as it passed you. As the circle started to get bored, Vee suggested we amp up the tension by playing truth or dare.

"But if you decide not to do it you have to take a shot, okay?" The group nods in agreement and Vee spins the bottle once more to decide who the first victim is. As the bottle span once the tension rose in your chest, you could already feel who it was going to land on, and sure enough, it came to a halt pointing straight at the man across from you.

"Woo! Truth or dare?" He ponders for a second before deciding on his answer.

"Dare." Wooyoung looks at you before returning his line of sight to his sister. But, before she could answer with a dare, you chimed in first.

"I dare you to back Mingi's cup!" You looked at the growing horror on his face, as Mingi was famous for his awful attempts at being a mixologist, but Woo wasn't ready to lose a dare, even if the counterpart was only taking one shot instead. He wasn't really thinking at that moment since it was you who asked. You watched him stand up and walk over to Mingi, grabbing his cup and staring at it briefly while grimacing before bringing it to his soft lips and chugging it in one go. As he finished the drink he hissed at the taste and shook his head before giving Mingi a stinkeye and walking back to his seat.

"Okay, y/n, truth or dare" Wooyoung studied you, waiting for your answer.

"Uh, truth?" you stammered out trying to think about what Wooyoung would've made you do if you had picked dare, probably make you jump in the pool or-

"What was the last thing you touched yourself over?" what the fuck? the room filled with oohs and giggles while they waited for your answer. How the fuck could you tell them it was a dream about Wooyoung that had pushed you over the edge? you hadn't even told Vee because she still would have likely been horrified despite her interest

"um, a dream." The circle cheered and laughed again at your answer and you could feel your cheeks warming.

"what was it about y/n?" Wooyoung pushed more and the circle seemed to get more excited in anticipation of your reply.

You huffed at Wooyoung, "Not telling you weirdo, plus it's not 21 questions." feeling eyes on you at your small outburst. "I'm gonna get a drink, carry on without me, I'll be back." You smiled, putting on your best poker face before getting up and leaving the room. you could feel Wooyoungs eyes on the back of you as you walked out almost making you stumble. You walked through the kitchen, grabbed a fresh drink filled to the brim and walked out to the pool, slipping your shoes off once again and dipping your feet into the pool. You felt your body cool down in the summer night air as you swayed your legs in the water and sipped on your drink. Why was Wooyoung being so weird today? His gaze was making you feel dizzy, you'd never really felt this way about him so why was a silly dream affecting you so much? You felt as if he was reading your mind all night and it was starting to get to you honestly.

"You want to smoke?" The familiar voice nearly made you fall into the pool, Speak of the fucking devil. You turn your head to see the last person you would want to right now, holding a joint in one hand and a lighter in the other. Despite your need to be as far away as possible from this man right now, you couldn't pass up the one chance at relaxation being offered to you.

"…Sure." You reluctantly answered him. He took a seat way too close for your comfort at this moment, but you tried to shrug the weird feeling in your stomach off. You watched Wooyoung hold the joint between his fingers and light it, bringing it to his lips. He took a hit and handed it to you, smoke cascading out of his mouth while looking into your eyes.

"Your turn," He kept observing you as you took a hit from the joint, feeling it travel down into your lungs and relaxing you instantly. You took one more long puff before handing it back to the boy next to you and laid back to look up at the stars. You and Wooyoung kept passing it back and forth in silence till it was finished, him now laying back with you.

"Why do you hate me so much, y/n?" He said so quietly you barely caught it.

You sighed before formulating a reply, "You used to irritate me a lot when we were younger, you'd pushed my buttons too much and I started to dislike you more and more. Now though? I'm not really sure anymore." You tilted your head to look at Wooyoung only to see he was looking right back at you. He was always looking at you.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to be your friend, but you pushed me away and the only way I knew how to get your attention was to do what I did, and eventually I didn't even realise what I was doing to you, to our relationship." His words felt sincere, and fuck you felt horrible. You knew Wooyoung only acted that way with you and you hadn't even noticed why, not even after ten years of fighting. You kept looking into his eyes, and you could see the sadness in them. Was that always there and you just never noticed?

"I never said thank you for the clothes you gave me when I came out, did I?…thank you."

"I knew you needed them, they were waiting in a stack for the day you would claim them." before you could even realise it, you felt a tear roll down your cheek. Wooyoung hesitantly lifted his palm to your face and wiped the wetness from your face, stroking his finger under your eye and cupping your face with his hand. His soft thumb swiped back and forth, gently caressing your face.

He looked so pretty in the moonlight. The way the light sat on his lashes and defined his jaw made you want to touch. You craved to feel the surface of his skin grazing against your palm right now you could hardly fight it. Instead, you leaned into his chest and rested your head on his collarbone, not daring to look into his eyes right now, not daring to reveal the emotions in the expression that was on your face. He stroked your hair rhythmically and you felt your whole body relaxed into his touch, god was this what you were missing out on all this time?

"Don't fall asleep on me now, my sister will kill me if she sees I let you sleep on the floor," You chuckled into the warmth of his chest before finally sitting up, Wooyoung following you.

"you wanna go for a swim?" You smiled at him, not waiting for an answer, taking your shirt off and sliding into the heated pool. You swam to the middle, hearing a splash behind you, and turned around to see a now wet-haired Wooyoung following suit. You tried to ignore the fact that now he really reminded you of your dream - hair soaked, droplets dripping down his shimmering skin as his smile spread wide at you. You tried to swim away but your battle was quickly lost when you felt a hand grab your ankle and pull you under the water.

Your body flipped underwater, turning around to feel Wooyoung right above you. His hands came to your face and begged you to look in his eyes. You opened them to see his face inches from yours, and how desperate his eyes were to close the short distance between the two of you, and you were only a weak man. You pulled him down by the nape of his neck and joined your lips together and good lord, even underwater, it was still better than you imagined. Wooyoung broke the kiss after a few seconds and brought you back to the surface for air, not giving you long till he dived back in to kiss you once more, his hands begging to feel every inch of your waist and pull you towards him. The way his skin felt against yours felt hot and you needed more of it everywhere so desperately.

"Woo I need you," you whispered, trying to communicate with your eyes and praying he would understand.

"You have me, baby." His body moved you backwards, out of sight from the living room and windows, until your back hit the side of the pool. His mouth made its way to your neck, nipping at the skin before running his tongue over it. "Can I touch you?" He whispered into your ear, biting your earlobe.

You nodded into his shoulder, hungry for the feeling of his fingers in you. His hand slipped passed the waistband of your swim shorts, giving him straight access to you. His fingertip grazed up and down your slit, teasing your aching clit.

"Wooyoung please" You whined into his ear, deciding to take some sort of initiative and fidget with the strings of his shorts, tugging at them till he permitted you to touch.

"You wanna touch me, baby?" He grabbed your hand in his and slipped it into his shorts, letting you get a feel of the bottom of his stomach, hand slowly inching down till you reached the base of his girth. His other hand was still teasing your cunt, finally allowing one digit to slide into your hole. You moaned softly into his shoulder, writhing at the pleasure of feeling him in you, while still beating yourself up from missing out on this for so long.

As you were about to start stroking his cock you heard the back door open. You and Wooyoung shot your heads around to see who it was, quickly separating yourselves to not get caught. You heard the loud music bouncing throughout the house as a hoard of people spread out onto the porch, all ready to go for another swim, Vee carrying another speaker with her to liven up the night.

"What are you guys doing out here?" Vee shouted over the music, looking between the two of you with a shocked expression.

You looked at Wooyoung trying to formulate an answer, but you answered for him instead, "Oh, we were just talking… about stuff…" You watched her face try to decipher what you meant, but she came up short with answers. She could tell that both of you were stoned though, and honestly? She was grateful you were getting along, even if it was just for one night. Wooyoung watched Vee walk away, far enough before he asked you,

"Do you wanna go upstairs?" He pressed his body against you slightly, and you could feel how hard he was against your leg. His eyes were begging for this not to end here, and you didn't feel the need to argue for once in your life, So you dragged him to the ladder and got out first, ready with a towel for him once he got out so he could hide what was going on his shorts. Once he was out he clutched your hand in his own, pulling you through the house and up the stairs to the safety of his room. Before you could even react Wooyoung had you pressed up against the closed door, lips back on the underside of your jaw. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness of his room. You had only been in here a handful of times, in which you'd never spent long enough to have a good look around the area. As you examined the room, your eyes zeroed in on the bong on his bedside table.

"You have a bong?" Your voice came out hoarse.

"Yeah, you ever..?" Wooyoung questioned.

You looked at him, "No… Can I?" He smiled at you and brought you over to his bed. The bong was already filled with fresh water, as Wooyoung packed the bowl, grabbed his lighter and held it to the bowl igniting it. He inhaled for a few seconds before pulling the bowl out, inhaling the rest of the smoke. He gave you a smug grin at your amazement and handed the bong over to you.

"So I'm gonna light it for you, and when I pull the bowl out, I'm gonna need you to inhale the rest of it or it'll leave stale smoke in the chamber, okay? now I'll let you do a little hit to get you started, just put your lips on it like I did, baby." His sugarcoated pet names had your stomach doing flips, but you stayed focused on the task at hand. Your lips met the mouthpiece and you waited for wooyoungs signal.

"Okay I'm lighting it, start inhaling gently…" You followed his instructions, feeling the water bubbling and the smoke enter your mouth. "Okay inhale fully," Wooyoung concentrated as he pulled the bowl out, you felt the fresh air clear the bong and go into your mouth. You took your mouth off of the bong and exhaled, feeling a cough climb out of your throat with the smoke - Wooyoungs hand instantly joined you to rub circles on your back, a little laugh coming from him at your suffering. After you laughed with him, "Let me try again, I won't cough this time-" Wooyoung suddenly kissed you quickly, making your body follow him as he pulled away.

"Sorry, I just wanted to kiss you again." He looked…Bashful? You had never seen this on him, and God it made him look hotter, I mean, really how did you not realise any of this? He brought the bong back to your mouth getting ready to light it once more. "You wanna do the same or a bigger hit?"

You tried to think through your already clouded mind, "Big." was all you were able to come out with, too busy staring at his pretty face. You put your lips to the bong and Wooyoung repeated the process, adding an extra second before pulling the bowl out for you. You felt slightly lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, laying back slowly to ground yourself, hearing Woo take a hit above you. As Wooyoung joined your side, Your mind started filling with all the dirty things you wanted to do with him, all the things you could do to make up for wasted time. Woo felt you sit up and throw a leg over his waist so you were straddling him.

"You know what you asked me earlier? About what my dream was about?" You leant down to his face and whispered in the shell of his ear. "It was about you. I was dreaming about you, looking all sexy fresh out of the shower, touching me." You looked at his face, hooded eyes but still surprised at your confession. You ground your hips down on his bulge, feeling his hard-on grow against you once again

"Y/n…" You halted your movements, shit, had you done too much? Before you could worry you felt his hips rise looking for the friction "Oh God please don't stop, y/n." His hands landed on your hips and pulled you back down, moving your hips with his own. He whimpered under you as you rolled your hips along him, thumbs massaging your flesh. His head tilted back and you took your chance to nip at the base of his throat, and began to suck, leaving a blooming mark in its wake. Your mouth needed to be busy, begging to have Woo in it any way you could have him. You left a trail of bites on his collarbone leading up to the underside of his jaw and ears, making him huff with each one.

"Mine," you whispered. He heard you. Your words sent him into overdrive as he sat up and flipped your bodies so you were now under him before he started tugging at your shorts.

"need these stupid things off," He mumbled finally getting them off you, leaving you completely exposed. "Can I eat you out? I really wanna taste you." He patiently waited for your response like a dog waiting for a treat. As soon as you nodded, cheeks blushed, He dived in and started to devour your aching cunt. His tongue was working magic against your hole, nose rubbing your clit deliciously as he moaned into you. You writhed against his mouth, hands gripping his hair to ground you because of the way he took you to cloud nine.

You could already feel the orgasm building as he greedily ate you out. His tongue worked against your clit as he added a digit to your soaked hole, moving it in and out in a steady rhythm, desperate to bring you over the edge before he finally fucked you senseless. He was barely taking breaks to breathe, ready to die if it meant he'd die face buried in your sweet cunt, the way you clenched around his finger was going to make him cum in his shorts at just the feeling. Both of your senses were heightened from the weed and the pleasure was a hundred times stronger than usual, you weren't sure you were gonna last long and Wooyoung could tell. "You gonna come on my fingers, baby?" He said, voice croaky as he added another finger, "Cum on my face pretty boy, I want to feel you on my tongue when you do."

Wooyoungs words sent your body over the edge, and you seized up as you let go, feeling Wooyoung sucking your clit while you rode it out on his fingers. He unlatched his mouth from you, feeling your body calm down, and slid his fingers out of you to see them soaked in your arousal. You watched him with hooded eyes as he licked the traces of you off of his fingers. Fuck, that sight alone could've brought you to an orgasm again.

"Gonna fuck your pretty hole now, baby" You moaned at his tone, pulling him to you so you could taste yourself in his mouth, tongues moving in unison. Once you had a good grip on him, you pulled him back onto the bed and stood up to pull his shorts down. You watch his hard cock spring out from them and licked your lips at the sight. You knew it was big, you could feel it but fuck, the way it glistened from the precum leaking out of his tip, made your desire to taste him grow one hundred times. You leaned down to his tip and gripped the base, before running your tongue across it and sinking down about halfway. He whined feeling your mouth around his hardness, it was heaven but, "I don't wanna cum in your mouth baby, want you on my cock now," He begged you, needing to feel you, to connect you.

You needed him just as badly, so you moved upwards so you could straddle him. You lifted your hips and hovered over his cock, holding it so you could get the angle right before slowly sinking down on him. You felt so full as he entered you, the stretch feeling the best you had ever felt. You knew nothing else would ever feel the way Wooyoung felt in you at that moment, you would never be able to take another cock that would feel as good as he did. His voice cracked as you finally bottomed out on him, staying there until you both adjusted to the feeling.

"Holy fuck, give me a second or I'll bust early" Wooyoung huffed out, his chest sinking and rising quickly as if he had forgotten to breathe, because well, he did. "Fuck baby, you feel so good, your boy cunt is mine, it's mine you're mine oh my god." Wooyoung babbled, his brain completely fried from how you clenched around him.

"You ready for me to move, baby?" You whispered to Wooyoung, receiving a nod from Wooyoung as you started slowly rocking your hips back and forth. The feeling of him reaching deep into you was pure bliss. Wooyoungs hands had a death grip on your hips, fingertips digging into your soft flesh, making you moan with each movement.

"Fuck Wooyoung, you feel so good, I don't know how long I can last," You could already feel yourself losing control of your sanity, but you weren't about to let this end so quickly. You lifted your hips to slam back down onto his cock, making him moan loudly. You kept this rhythm going and the pleasure was overwhelming, feeling the way he hit your g spot so nicely each time you bounced on him.

"Ah fuck, fuck you feel so fucking amazing holy fuck please don't stop," His praises kept fueling you to sink onto him deeper and deeper with each stroke. You both were losing your sanity together and it was fucking incredible, if Wooyoung was ready to die happy before, he was even more sure now that he was buried so deep in you that he wasn't sure if he ever wanted to leave you and the way you gripped his throbbing member. Your body ached to be filled by Wooyoungs cum, not ready to feel empty once he was done. You craved to feel full like this for as long as you were on this earth, while Wooyoung was by your side.

"Baby I'm not gonna last much longer, where do you want me to cum?" Wooyoung wheezed out between breaths.

"In me, please god please, I need you in me," You begged, speeding your pace up as Wooyoung reached to circle your clit.

"Are you sure?" He said worried.

"It's fine I'm on the pill, please Woo I need it." Wooyoung rocked his hips aggressively as his orgasm built up, yours ready to spill over the edge. His hand sped up on your clit and finally, your orgasm hit you like a truck, ripping a guttural moan from your chest. Wooyoung felt you clenching around him so hard that his own orgasm followed suit, His soul being snatched from him as you kept riding out yours.

Your body turned to jelly as you finished and you flopped down onto Woo's chest, hearing his heart racing against your ear.

"Fuck me." He gasped out, still trying to catch his breath, making you laugh.

"I literally just did Woo." He pinched your side in response, making you laugh more, your arms wrapping around him. You sat there until you had both calmed down, before sliding out of you. You could feel his cum leaking out of you and you whined at the loss as he moved you to the side of him so he could clean up.

"Sorry, baby I gotta clean you, and me up. I'll be two seconds." You watched him walk to his bathroom, damn he's got a nice ass, you thought to yourself, waiting for him to come back. Sure enough, he was quick, and back with a washcloth to clean you up. He was careful as he wiped you down, knowing you'd still be sensitive after two orgasms. He handed you some of his clothes to put on and excused himself to get the two of you some water.

"Where have you been? and where's y/n? I can't find him," Vee questioned Wooyoung as he reached the bottom of the stairs, noticing he had changed into sleep clothes despite the party still going.

"Don't tell me…" Vee thought about the circumstance, and the guilty look on Wooyoung's face.

"Did you fuck my best friend??" She watched the corners of Wooyoung's mouth curl up, and she knew she already had the answer.

"Sorry?" Wooyoung said very unapologetically as Vee punched him in the arm.

"If you ever hurt him I'll kill you, I do not care if you're my twin. I still have kyungmin, you hear me?" Vee said dead seriously, slightly scaring Wooyoung, but he couldn't help but make fun.

"I solemnly swear to never hurt y/n as long as I live, Seargent!" vee punched him one more getting ready to send a very long message to y/n.

Wooyoung arrived back upstairs, two bottles of water in his arms and a few munchies in the other.

"Oh you're a godsend Wooyoung- never thought I'd say that…" You laughed with Wooyoung as he plopped down next to you in bed, putting a movie on and cuddling up to you.

"Sorry, it took so long for us to be friends, Wooyoung. Woo." You sighed, avoiding eye contact with him now, guilt still eating away at you after everything.

"I don't want to be friends." Wooyoung declared, waiting for you to look at him. You shot your head around, confused and concerned.

"What? What do you mean?"

Wooyoung smiled before answering, " I've loved you too long just to be friends, y/n." Tears filled your eyes as you wrapped yourself around him, needing his warmth. "I love you y/n."

"Love you too."

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OUTLAW (20)

ATEEZ poly!ot8 x Reader

Cowboy AU / Wild West

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You had no idea where it was you were going so late at night, but by the time you knew it you were standing in the alleyway where you had first come across the boys. You knew your older brother had the night shift that day and you didn’t want to pass by him, so you figured going through the window was the best thing.

The lights to their room were on, which let you know they were still awake. You looked down, sighing to yourself as you began to get anxious from bothering them. However, you really needed someone to comfort you, and they were the first people you had in mind.

It made you smile bitterly as you thought about how right your parents must have seemed to want more than one man to comfort you. But you didn’t want to think of that. All you wanted was for one of them to hug you. So you tapped on the window.

As soon as Yunho opened the door, he looked at you in worry. Meeting his eyes, tears began to gather once more. You started to sniffle, quickly pulling yourself through the window as Yunho moved to get you inside. You allowed yourself to fall into his chest once you made it into the room, hugging him tightly as you silently sobbed.

“Hey, Honey.” Yeosang whispered as grew closer to you two. He began to massage your scalp, trying to sooth you. “What's wrong?”

Yunho pulled you away from the window, moving to sit down on the bed. Jongho sat up from the other bed, the same worried expression on his face. You moved to Yunho’s side, placing your head in your hands as you harshly wiped away your tears. The anger you felt over the whole thing came back.

“The whole town thinks I'm a scarlet lady!” You cried. “The sheriff told my parents about the made up affair I had with Yunho and now they are starting to believe those lies.” You sniffled again, looking at them as your lips trembled.

“Hey-Hey.” Yunho moved to crouch in front of you, his fingers wiping your cheeks. “You are not those people.”

You huffed in a breath, trying to talk without breaking down. “I know I'm not, but it hurts to know my parents think I am.” You frowned.

“People just have a hard time understanding others.” Yeosang moved to sit next to you, his shoulder touching you for comfort without getting into your space.

“They're my parents, Yeosang.” You stood up, softly moving around Yunho. “I know they're gonna think differently of me, but it pains me to know that they would rather believe some town gossip.” Your voice grew smaller.

“And yeah, maybe I have been spending too much time with you guys-”

“So you're gonna leave?” Your head snapped towards Jongho who’s shoulders were sagged and his jaw was tight.

He didn’t allow you to finish whatever it was you were going to say, but he felt like he knew where it was you were going to go. It was always the same when they came across someone who could be a potential friend. Potential lover–at least for him.

He could see that the others must think of you in the same way. He saw all the glances the boys would take when looking at you. It was usually when you were doing something out of pocket, like arguing with Wooyoung or sneering at something one of them did.

You weren’t like other women who tried to follow everything a man would say. You always had something to say that left them all laughing. Even if they were to come across someone like you, they would never allow anything to go that far because they were criminals. No one ever gave them the chance to explain themselves and if they did, who would want to be on the run forever.

“What?” You frowned at him.

“You're gonna make us leave?” Jongho slowly stood up, looking at you with an intense look. “Stop coming to see us? We understand why you would want to-”

“I would never leave you guys for something as stupid as gossip.” You told him a bit too harshly. “My business is my business. I'm not gonna fall for their stupid game of charades.”

“Why wouldn't you?” Jongho continued. “You're a working lady who needs to find a husband who would give her what she needs.”

Your heart seemed to pull at itself as you took in Jongho’s words. His words stung a bit, thinking maybe he didn’t see you in any way other than a woman who should be at home. He didn’t peg you as the kind of person to think that way. He was always open with the way you talked about things. He even said that he liked that way you were. Why did he tell you those things now?

“And what do I need?” You asked him. “I have it here. At the hotel.” You glanced around, playing with your fingers as you looked up at all of them. “With-With you guys.” You whispered.

“I don't want to find a man who will stick me in a house to take care of kids. I don't want to be forced to change because someone wants me to.” You looked at Jongho who couldn’t meet your eyes. “I want to be free.”

Jongho’s lips trembled at your words. He was quick to turn around to avoid looking at you.

There would always be a part of Jongho who hoped to live the life that was so commonly found here. Fall in love with a woman, get married and live on a farm with the right amount of animals. He would work for his family and provide for them. His wife would be waiting for him every day with dinner and kisses.

But this was the life he knew was meant for him. It wasn’t that he resented it, it was what took him out of his depression way back when. He would never give up what he had with the boys to live that kind of dream life. But it will still be a dream that was hidden deep within his mind. It might have been small, but Jongho knew there were better things for others than the life of a criminal.

“Jongho.” Your voice brought him out of his stupor. However, he chose to ignore you and went to enter the bathroom.

Your shoulders dropped as you watched his retreating back. Yeosang and Yunho glanced at each other, sighing.

The youngest had always been the one who looked like he didn’t enjoy the life they led. He has expressed multiple times that wasn’t the case and that he was happy to have met them all. However, it was clear Jongho wanted certain things in life that were not available to them. They knew the boy had grown attached to you.

“How about we go back to the rest of the guys?” Yeosang called out, smiling softly at you. “You'll feel better.”

You turned to the tall man, frowning. “But it's late. It'll take us hours to get there.”

“Did you stop trusting us?” Yunho laughed. “We're bandits, Angel. We know what we're doing.”

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I hate you

Pairing: Song Mingi x Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut, Enemies to ?

CW: Slight fingering (F receiving), fucking in a janitors closet, love/hate relationship.

Word Count: 4753

Prompts: 6) "Don’t tell me what to do."

42) "Could he make you feel as good as I do?"

78) "My dirty secret."

Summary: Mingi has made your school life hell, since the day you met him it’s been endless torment and it only got worse once he found out about your little crush on Jongho, was it jealousy or just pure nastiness? Something might come to light when you’re pressed between Mingi and a wall in the janitor’s closet.

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“Watch where you’re going.” You heard the all too familiar taunting voice of Song Mingi. You look up at him scowling, paying no attention to your lunch that was now all down the front of you. “You walked into me!” You yell back to him as he walks off giving you an eye roll over his shoulder. You don’t know what you ever did to Mingi to make him hate you so much but ever since you started school together he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell, if he’s not knocking your food down you or shoving you into walls he’s shouting abuse at you in the corridors. The fact he had the audacity to just shrug you off like that made your blood boil, you slam your now empty tray down on the table next to you before matching up to him to get in his face, which didn’t really happen since he towered over you but you didn’t let his height intimidate you as you shoved his shoulder. “What the fuck is your problem with me!?” You scream at him letting all your rage spill out. He takes a quick unbothered glance around the room, your outburst drawing in a lot of attention from other students and when he didn’t answer you straight away you gave him another shove. “I asked you a question, not only are you an asshole but you’re deaf now too?” He gave you a low chuckle before leaning down to you bringing himself down to eye level with you. “So annoying.” He quipped before pressing a finger to your forehead shoving you away from him.

You were about to take a swing at him, your hand balling up into a fist at your side until you were stopped by your best friend Jongho. “Y/n...Don’t.” He warned, his eyes widening as he sees the fire in your eyes only for it to be amped up even more by Mingi’s laughs. “Aww look at that your boyfriend has come to keep you out of trouble how sweet.” He mocks before walking away from you completely. You didn’t know if you should feel pissed or embarrassed, since Mingi found out you had a crush on your best friend he found every opportunity he could to bring it up, luckily for you Jongho didn’t believe a word of it thinking it was just Mingi trying to get under your skin again, but you could never overcome the nauseous feeling you felt every time he brought it up just in case one day Jongho believed him. “Come on we need to get you cleaned up.” You hear Jongho say softly as he tugs at your arm beckoning you to follow him. “But I...” You try to argue still wanting to smack that smug look right off of Mingi’s face but the look in Jongho’s eyes made you stop in your tracks as you agree with him.

“Thanks for letting me borrow your shirt.” Say stuffing your now soiled shirt into your bag. “You’re just lucky I have gym today.” Jongho laughs as he looked down at the gym top he now had on. It was times like this that you were reminded why you fell for Jongho in the first place, he was your best friend, he understood you and cared about you in ways no one else did and not to mention he kept you from getting yourself into shit. You would have confessed to him a long time ago, that was before he confided in you about a crush he had on this girl in his math class, granted as soon as he told you your heart fell to your feet but you couldn’t even bring yourself to be upset over it, he seemed so happy when he talked about her, you knew his feelings all to well so being the amazing best friend you are you supported him and decided to just admire him from afar in hopes one day you’ll get over him. “Don’t let him get to you.” You look up at Jongho a little confused since just moments ago your mind was elsewhere. “Mingi, I know he grips your shit but the more you bite back the more he’ll do it.” You avert your eyes from Jongho you knew he was right, that’s exactly what a bully like Mingi does as long as they force a response out of you they’ll carry on, but at the same time you didn’t want to be his doormat and let him get away with the way he treats you. You sigh defeated and nod in agreement. “I’ll try.” Jongho smiled at your reluctant agreement. “Just know that next time you get detention for squaring up to him I’m not gonna bail you out, you gotta learn on your own.” He laughs nudging your shoulder light heartedly making you smile. The bell for your next class goes off as you gather your books together groaning to yourself knowing you had Science next and with none other than Mingi himself. “I gotta go I’ll talk to you later, stay out of trouble!” Jongho yells over his shoulder to you as he jogs off to his next class.

You take your usual seat at the back of the class next to the window groaning quietly to yourself as you watch Mingi walk through the door and take his seat the other side of the room from you, just looking at him made your blood boil. You try to shrug it all off as your teacher walked in and took his place in front of the board. “Okay class, today I have a new project for you. I have an experiment for each of you to work on, they’re all different.” He starts as he walks along the desks handing out the papers. “Oh and this project will be done in pairs, the name of your partner is on the sheet.” You groan and drop your head to your desk as you look at the paper placed in front of you seeing your name next to Mingi’s. Could today get any worse? You hear a small laugh from across the room, lifting your head up to turn your attention to the source your eyes were met with Mingi’s as he lightly chuckles to himself at the unfortunate pairing, probably plotting in his head ways to make this whole project torture for you.

You were thankful that this session was just the teacher running you all through each of the experiments telling you what to do and what he was expecting from you. You relaxed a bit knowing you didn’t have to deal with Mingi just yet. The bell rang signalling the end of the day and you wasted no time in throwing your stuff in your bag and hurrying out the door. “Hey!” You heard a voice call you just as you were about to run out the doors of the school. You turn on your heels only to be met with Mingi sauntering over to you, but he didn’t look like his usual self, he didn’t seem to have his signature cocky smirk plastered over his face. “What do you want?” You huff out annoyed. “Where’s your boyfriend?” He lightly laughs as he approaches you looking around for Jongho. Not wanting to deal with this you turn to walk away and just as you step through the door you feel Mingi wrap his hand around your wrist. You couldn’t control the sheer look of disgust on your face as you snatched your arm away from his grasp, safe to say your actions had him taken aback slightly as he raised his hands yielding to you. “Fuck off will you.” You spit at him finally being able to take your leave. The soft sound of his footsteps behind you piss you off more than they should, you knew you both had to walk in the same direction to the gate but knowing how close he was behind you got to you. Just as you turned the corner at the gate to head home you were stopped again by his voice piping up. “You’re too good for him you know.” You turn to look at him bewildered, what did he mean by that? “You should forget your little crush on Jongho, he’s not good enough for you.” And with that he was gone.

That night you couldn’t sleep, Mingi’s words swirling around in your head had you overthinking shit again. The guy hated you so why all of a sudden did he feel you were “Too good” for your own best friend. Was this just another one of his mind games? A new way to get under your skin? The thought crossed your mind briefly that maybe Mingi liked you but you were quick to push that aside especially after recalling the incident in the cafeteria earlier that day, so you settled on your conclusion that it was just him being an ass again.

The next day you were dreading turning up for class seeing as your first session was science once again. Today was the day you had to “play nice” with Mingi just to pass the class. You threw yourself down in your seat looking around the room seeing how your teacher had moved the room around slightly pushing desks together to make working in pairs easier. It took you a while to psyche yourself up, closing your eyes and taking deep breaths to calm yourself as you waited for Mingi to walk through the door. Your eyes snap open when you hear the chair next to you move and a low huff leave his mouth as he gets his books out. “Morning.” He bluntly says keeping his gaze away from you. You shoot him a glare folding your arms over your chest humming in response. “You know you’re gonna have to talk to me if you want to pass right?” You roll your eyes before turning to face him. “Morning, happy now?” And there it was again, that damn smirk. He was so cock sure of himself and you weren’t sure you were going to be able to survive to see the end of the project quickly debating in your head if you should ask your teacher if you could swap partners. “I meant what I said yesterday mind.” Mingi starts as he flicks through his textbook not noticing your eyes widen as you slowly turn to face him. “Am I right in assuming he likes that blonde girl in his class?” Your mouth opened slightly as he spoke. How did he know about Jongho’s crush? Was he eavesdropping on you both to get dirt on you? “What’s it to you?” You mumble playing with your pencil fighting the urge to jab him with it. “I’m just saying if I’m right and if that’s really the type of girl he falls for then he doesn’t deserve your feelings.” Was this really Mingi you were talking to? His tone was soft and he seemed like he meant every words that left his lips. Your mind was all over the place at this point, you felt flattered even though you tried so hard not to.

The rest of the session went a lot better than you expected, you didn’t feel like killing Mingi and if anything you felt that if he carried on like this maybe, just maybe, you could eventually warm up to him. On his own he didn’t seem all that bad, you were able to sort of hold a conversation with him, even if it was just about the project, and what surprised you most was he really did try in class, it was like he wanted to pass this subject just as much as you did. As the bell rang to start your first break you gathered your stuff together and left without a word to Mingi, a small part of you felt bad but at the same time you couldn’t just forget how he treated you before, this was going to take time. “Y/n.” Mingi called before turning to walk out the door of the building. “Don’t forget about what I said.” You nod lightly watching him walk off. “What was that about?” Jongho asks popping out of nowhere scaring the life out of you. “What?” You ask catching your breath as Jongho points between you and Mingi. “That. You weren’t about to kill each other, you seemed...civil.” You simply shrugged in response, you didn’t know yourself what was going on, one minute Mingi is being the biggest asshole around and the next he’s being, dare you say it, nice?

The whole "nice Mingi" act didn’t last long once he was reunited with his friends, all it took was for you and Jongho to walk past him before a wave of abuse came flooding your way once again. Jongho took a quick glance over to you waiting to jump into action if you decided to retaliate, but to his surprise you bit your tongue and walked off like Mingi wasn't even there. "You're not gonna snap back at him?" Jongho asked sounding impressed by your sudden attitude change. "For once I'll take your advice, but if he keeps on after I've ignored him for a while then I'll beat the shit out of him." Jongho couldn't help but chuckle at the threat, he could just picture it now you on top of Mingi pinning him to the floor as you beat the ever living shit out of him. “Just remember I won’t be coming to your rescue.”

“It’ll be so worth it.” You laugh as you both make your way over to your lockers. “So.” Jongho starts leaning against the locker next to yours. “Are you going to tell me what all that was about earlier, you know, you and Mingi.” He was not accepting the shrug you gave him earlier he knew there were details, details that you weren’t telling him. “Really I don’t know what happened, we got paired together in science, I was going to ask if I could swap partners but then he started talking and...I don’t know, he wasn’t being a dick. He wasn’t treating me the way he usually does, he was...tolerable.” You try explaining best you could earning you a raised eyebrow from Jongho. “A guy like Mingi doesn’t just stop being a dick just like that and sure as hell not for no reason.” You had to admit you were thinking the same thing, it was out of character for him but what he said about you and Jongho made you rethink everything. “And what did he mean by remembering what he said?” You froze on the spot, refusing to look at Jongho as you felt your heart hit the floor. There was no way you could explain it to Jongho without outing yourself for having a crush on him and possibly ruining your friendship, you had to think of something to say, and fast. “Oh that.” You laugh nervously, hoping Jongho didn’t catch on to the way your voice shook. “It really was nothing it was just an idea he had about the experiment, we agreed to try it out next time.” You could see Jongho clearly wasn’t buying your story, and you didn’t blame him, but you huff out a light relieved sigh when he doesn’t try to dig deeper into it.

The bell rang once again signalling the end of break, well at least for most students, you on the other hand had a free period so you decided that was a good a time as ever to start to write up your experiment findings so far. You said a quick goodbye to Jongho as he rushed off to class before taking your time grabbing what you needed to head over to the library. Walking through the corridor on your own you started to hum a song lightly to yourself to fill the silence only for it to be cut short. You felt a hand grab your arm and next thing you knew you were getting pulled into darkness.

As the door shut you were about to scream when a hand covered your mouth. “Don’t make a sound.” The low voice whispered in your ear so close you could feel the breath on your neck. It took you a moment to recognise the voice and once you did you saw red again. “Don’t tell me what to do.” You hissed in response, sharply pulling your hand away from him. You wish your eyes didn’t adjust to the dim lighting because now you were face to face with Mingi, his voice was enough to get you pissed off again but his face just added fuel to the fire. “What the fuck are you doing?” You asked stepping closer doing your best to try and intimidate him. “I wanted to talk.” Was he crazy? Who does shit like this just to talk. “And you couldn’t have just talked to me somewhere else, you know, like a normal person instead of dragging me into the janitors closet.” Mingi just gave a breathy laugh in response as he leaned down to eye level with you, noses so close they could almost touch. “I didn’t want to raise any suspicions. Everyone thinks we hate each other so us having a casual chat would raise some red flags don’t you think?”

“What and getting caught together in the janitors closet won’t?” You tried desperately to keep up your annoyance but the sudden close proximity had you thrown, the closet was small so as it was you were both practically pressed against each other and now with how close his face was you didn’t know what to do. The silence between you both went on for what felt like hours, the moment purely consisted of Mingi’s face being dangerously close to yours as he repeatedly scanned over your face. You wanted to push him away but something in you was stopping you. “Tell me something.” You said breaking the silence. “What did you mean by I’m too good for Jongho?” Lucky for Mingi the lighting in the room was poor as the blush now creeping up his face would have given him away in an instant. You could hear his nervous shuffles as he tried to think of a response. “Exactly what I said earlier, a guy like him doesn’t deserve a girl like you.”

“But what does THAT mean Mingi.” His heart was beating so hard he was surprised you couldn’t hear it. “I’ve seen you with him, you’re caring and willing to fight for him, and you always look so happy with him, but he clearly can’t see that if he’s too busy looking at that bitch.” You were taken aback by everything, his voice was soft and not cocky like it usually is and the fact he noticed small things about you had you second guessing how you felt towards him. “But that still doesn’t make sense, so what if Jongho doesn’t see it, what does it matter?” You could slightly see the way Mingi brought his hands up to rub his face in frustration as you spoke. “It matters because instead of always looking at someone who isn’t interested you should be looking at someone who is.” You can’t help but scoff at him. “Oh yeah? Someone like who?” Your eyes widened when you felt his hands grip at your waist pulling you into him. “Someone like me.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, THE Song Mingi liked you? After all the shit he put you through and he drops this on you. “You’re lying, you’re not interested in me, you’ve made my life hell for years, why would you do that if you like me.” Now it was Mingi’s turn to scoff at you. “The only reason I acted like that was to get you to hate me.” You tilted your head in confusion. “I felt if you hated me I’d be able to get over once and for all, but clearly that didn’t work.” Everything was starting to make sense, well a little bit anyway. He was always around, it didn’t matter where in the school you were Mingi was never too far behind, and thinking about it now all the abuse he used to throw at you always seemed to include Jongho. “So all the horrible shit you’ve been saying to me this whole time?”

“Majority of it was directed at Jongho, yes. Watching you chase after him all this time just pissed me off, I just wanted him to notice you, see you like I do.” Your hear swelled, the world’s biggest asshole was really a huge softy. “Mingi...I.” You were cut off when he shook his head, ever so slowly closing the gap between you. “You don’t need to say anything.” And with that the gap was closed. The soft feel of his lips against yours had you so stunned you didn’t react, you stood in his arms rigid and eyes wide. Not feeling you respond Mingi pulls away fast stepping away from you fully. “I’m sorry, I had no right.” You watched as he hung his head in embarrassment but didn’t let it sit there for too long before you closed the gap yourself.

The kiss surprised him but that didn’t stop him instantly melting into it wrapping an arm around your waist as his other came up to the back of your neck in an attempt to deepen the kiss. You didn’t know when or how the mood changed, one minute the kiss was simple and the next your tongues were fighting for dominance and the atmosphere becoming needier. pulling away breathless you try to work his belt off him. “Y/n, what are you doing?” Mingi purrs peppering small kisses along your cheek. “I need you...Now.” But as soon as you stop speaking you stop your movements realising he may not want the same. “I mean...ah shit... If you...” You were cut off with another hungry kiss. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this, but we’ll have to be quick...we are in a closet after all.” You both giggle lightly remembering the reality of the situation.

Neither of you wasted any time returning to the hungry kiss as you finished working his belt and jeans freeing him from his confines before swiftly moving your hand to pump his cock. The low groan that left Mingi went straight to your core, soaking you already. You wanted to tease him so bad, call it revenge if you must, but the best you could do for now was slow down suddenly, moving painfully slow up and down his cock toying with his tip every time you reached it. “No time.” Mingi growled into your ear before hastily hoisting you up by your thighs, pinning you between him and the wall. Snaking a hand up your skirt to your underwear he doesn’t waste a second moving them to the side as he runs his cock over your slit. “Shit, so wet already.” He says breathless with a smirk plastered on his face. You didn’t respond, the feeling of him against you and the way his tip would slightly brush your clit now and again had you too busy concentrating on being quiet. Sliding into you, you couldn’t help but let out a loud gasp, one that Mingi had to quickly shush with a kiss. The stretch was amazing, better than anything you’d had before. He gave you a moment to adjust, making sure his lips never left yours, the kiss turning comforting as he helped you to relax. “Are you okay?” His voice was so soft you could just about hear him. Nodding in response he slowly started to move. Pumping in and out of you as you once again tried to keep your composure, biting down on your lip to stop from crying out. The way he glided in and out of you with ease had your head spinning and with each harsh thrust he grazed your sweet, leaving it completely before coming back to graze it again. “F...Fuck.” You moan out a little too loud causing Mingi to quickly cover your mouth with his hand. As if your head wasn’t reeling enough his pure strength holding you up with only one arm turned your brain to mush.

Picking up his pace he started to rut into you like there was no tomorrow, you could only hope no one was in the room next to you as each thrust he gave had you hitting the wall behind you with force. Kissing your neck he groaned into your neck trying to muffle himself while also trying to muffle your moans that were now progressively getting louder despite his hand being over your mouth. You could feel the knot in your stomach start to build as Mingi pounded into you. Your moans boosted his ego making him start to become cocky again. “Could he make you feel as good as I do?” He growls in your ear before delivering a harsh thrust that knocks the air from your lungs. “So...So good.” Was all you could manage to cry out through his hand earning you a smirk from Mingi. The sight of you crumbling in his arms was enough to make him cum but he held off for as long as he physically could despite his high rushing up on him. “I’m so close baby.” He growled again nipping at your neck. You simply nod your head between cries signalling to him you were the same, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap at any second. “I’ll move my hand if you promise to be quite.” Your eyes were pleading as you bit down on your lip ready to keep yourself quiet as he moved his hand away from you.

The task of staying quiet was deemed impossible as the hand that was over your mouth now found purchase on your clit, rubbing harsh circles pushing you to your breaking point. Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging harshly as you put all your energy into something other than screaming out his name. It didn’t take long before the knot snapped and your legs trembled around his waist as he fucked you through your high, the only sound coming from you being a pathetic whine. The way your walls clenched around him sent him almost to his breaking point. Pulling out from you, he pumped himself until he painted your inner thigh with his cum as he pressed his forehead to yours a long low groan leaving him.

“Holy shit.” You breath out with a smile as you scanned over what you could see of his face. “That was...amazing.” Mingi panted still letting himself come around before letting you down. Once he did he quickly turned to his side finding a roll of paper towels to help clean you up. You couldn’t stop the sweet smile on your face as he did so. Not 2 hours ago you wanted to kill him and now he’s just finished railing you in a janitors closet and handling you as if you were glass, this whole turn in his personality had you feeling something, something you weren’t 100% sure what it was. After cleaning you up he turns back to you giving you a quick peck. “We should get out of here before someone finds us.” You nod in agreement as you watch him turn to open the door for you. “So do you still hate me?” Mingi asks turning to face you once you stepped out from the closet. “No I don’t hate you.” You smile. The both of you share a look for a moment, something that yet again you couldn’t quite put your finger on what it was. You look at the clock noticing you still had 40 minutes to get your work done in the library so you quickly excused yourself before turning on your heels and walking off. “Y/n wait.” Mingi calls back to you making you turn again to face him. “What happens now?” You smile, knowing now was your time to be the tease, just like he had been all along. “Well I guess you’re my dirty secret.” You smile shooting him a wink before walking off leaving him where he stood, a smiling mess.

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in which you have a sleepover at the dorm

~ wooyoung x f!reader

~ fluff, established relationship / wc: 1k

~ warnings: arguing, mention of food

~ note: This one has a little reference to this story. I'm still trying to upload a story once a week, but from now on it might not work out, because I have a lot of school work for Uni, so I can't promise anything. Please be patient with me:)

You couldn't be more excited when your boyfriend asked you if you want to have a sleepover at their dorm tonight. Of course, you said yes, you loved spending time with him more than anything, and also you loved being in their dorm, spending time with the boys. It was really comforting to you that there is never a quiet moment there, and you never felt alone or left out.

But don't forget that after all, it is an all-boy dorm with 8 not-so-grown men, so you always have to prepare yourself in advance to be able to handle all of them.

Wooyoung wanted you to sleep over because it's that time of the year again when you barely see each other. He works all day, every day, and for you started again, and your professors don't spare you with all those homework and assignments. So it's convenient if you rather spend the night together if you don't have any time during the day. And it's just a bonus that you got seven other friends hanging around with you.

So here you are sitting in their living room on their couch, trying to process what's happening. Half an hour ago Hongjoong asked a simple question, what should we eat for dinner, and here we are Mingi and Wooyoung almost physically fighting over food. Some members agree with Wooyoung and some with Mingi.

You've been thinking about saying something for the past ten minutes, but you rather stay quiet just like Yeosang, he is just so unbothered, you wish you were just like him.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!! We should order pizza because everyone likes it. Why is it so hard to think about others too?" Wooyoung shouted at Hongjoong, who tried to protect Mingi, whose point was to order some Korean meal, that you never tried before. You know it's just a silly misunderstanding, but both of them are really stubborn, so you decided to finally say something.

"I don't mind trying something new, I already love the meals you cook for me." Now everybody's eyes were on you. Your boyfriend's was a bit disappointed, he thought you were gonna be with him in this argument, but he knew all he wanted was for you to be good.

"Then it's decided" said San, who was already about to order, because everyone was super hungry.

"Now that we have a result, you should make up" Seonghwa told them. And they did, it wasn't a big of a deal for them, just a little argument, it happens almost every day. But your boyfriend is still pouty when the food arrives.

After everyone finished eating Seonghwa was the first one to leave the table, so he can start to clean up, you immediately went after him to help, you hated to admit it, but you kinda enjoyed cleaning.

When you left Jongho took the opportunity to tell Wooyoung what he wanted to say, but he doesn't want it in front of you, so you don't get uncomfortable.

"I want to remind you that you share a bedroom with two other people, so please behave yourself for the night." It was more of a warning that a reminder. Jongho, Yeosang, and Wooyoung shared a room at the dorm, that's the main reason you rather sleep at your place than his.

Wooyoung's face got flushed and all he said was " seriously", he turned around to make sure you couldn't hear it.

All Seonghwa and you could hear is them laughing really loud. You just had a serious conversation about star wars because you knew he loves it just as much as you, so of course, you bring it up every time you could. It's a regular topic between you, besides you both love girl groups, that's the other one, every time one of you learns a new dance you show the other. That's the special bond between you.

After everything was cleaned up, you found Yunho and San on the couch playing with some video game. You quickly sat down next to them and watched them play, you enjoyed watching them play. Your popped up and sat next to you. He seemed really annoyed by you enjoying watching the boys play.

"Why do you annoy me every time I play and enjoy them playing?" he crossed his arms in front of himself and pouted. He truly looked like a little kid, who can't get a toy at the store.

"Because I enjoy annoying you more" I told him giving a little peck on his pouty lips. It seems like he liked your answer, he knows it very well this annoying comes with love because this is exactly what he does every time.

Most of the boys already went to bed, and you were getting ready for bed too. So you are washing up in the bathroom when your boyfriend is knocking on the door. You told him quietly to come in, you didn't want to wake up anybody.

"You left your hairband in the room" as soon as you took a look at him you smiled slightly. He put your fluffy hairband on. It looked adorable on him with his little button-up pajamas. "Thought you don't want your hair to get wet."

"Thank you, but I'm already finished" you told him honestly.

"Then can I use it? I think it suits me very well, I should get one too, don't you think?" he would never admit it, but he loved matching with you. Once he purposely bought matching outfits for you for Christmas, but the boys teased him for how whipped he is for you for weeks, so he learned his lessons every since.

"You can keep it, I have another one at home" I didn't see him this happy in a long time, seriously such a child, I love him so much.

He didn't want to take it off even for the night, so he slept with it on. You told him that it was going to be uncomfortable, but he refused to listen to you as per usual. But when you woke up it was nowhere to be found, he somehow managed to take it off while sleeping and you never find it again.

You noticed it during your usual morning cuddle session, so it was shorter than ever for Jongho and Yeosang's pleasure, they woke up because Wooyoung cannot whisper for god sake and they woke up to your lovey-dovey scene that they hated.

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a distant memory | ateez

"i know you’re somewhere out there, somewhere far away." — talking to the moon, bruno mars

—✫ pairing: ateez x gn! reader

—✫ genre: angst, fluff??, ateez, one shot, ot8

—✫ synopsis: it’s been a year since the gang went their separate ways, however you can’t help but reminisce all the good times you shared. you constantly hope that one day, it’ll go back to normal again.

—✫ wc: 1.6k

[warnings]: mentions of scars, mentions of violence???, arguing, blood, accusations, yelling, cursing, name calling

—✫ a/n: i’m sorry in advance.. i seen these photos from the special and just felt a whole wave of nostalgia wash over me 🧎‍♀️

“.. and then we can all look through the photos again!”

You sighed heavily, going through the loads of videos and pictutes taken by the cam recorder. Every happy memory playing like a small scene from a movie in your head. No matter what you did, no matter how many times you watched these same videos, it never seemed to fill the empty void they once occupied in your heart.

It’s been a year since the incident, a hell of a year at that, and yet you still can’t seem to figure out where it all went wrong. Why such a tragic moment, broke the bond between you all.

“Y/n-ah! You walk so slow, let’s go!”

You smiled softly hearing Wooyoung teasing you. Even if it bugged you, you hated to admit that you missed someone bothering you every five minutes.

Seonghwa soon came into view, holding his own cam recorder toward yours. His soft laugh echoed through your ears as he made fun of you for recording him, even though he was doing it too. Jongho soon shoved Seonghwa out of the way, bringing his face up close to the camera as he sang to it jokingly.

“Does Jongho ever stop singing?!” Mingi teased.

It’s as if they’ve never left your heart. You looked onto your phone, seeing the groupchat still pinned on your messages. It was now a ghost town if a groupchat could even have one, and each member quietly made their way out of it. You however, chose to stay. So many memories, core memories, resided in that chat. From happy birthdays, to silly pictures that were sent amongst you all, to even the smallest moments of reassurance between members. You couldn’t just let all of that go, and you couldn’t let it go back then either.

However it pained you to see how easily the rest of them let it be. Were they even feeling the way that you were? How could they just up and leave after years of memories that were engraved into your heads.

The moonlight shone through your window. It was fuller today, just as it was that same time ago. You looked up at the moon, a few tears escaping your eyes.

Were they too, looking up at the same moon?

You felt crazy for thinking that any one of the boys missed not just you, but all of them as much as you did. You knew that somewhere out there, the boys were going on with their lives normally, having to carry the weight of that night with them just as you did.

Where did it all go wrong? Was it your fault? If you hadn’t stood against San like that, would you all have worked it out in the end? However, it wasn’t your fault. All you wanted was to stop the arguing, only for it to resort to violence.

You played with the cam recorder, holding it to your face as you sobbed. As much as you wanted to forget about that day, you knew you never could be able to. So many things reminded you of them, which then reminded you of that day. Scars you obtained from your fight with San still remained, even after they healed. Not even your body could forget.

“y/n-ah!”

You lifted your head, seeing the video turn to San as he waved to you. A smile stretched across his face as he grabbed the camera from you, turning it to face the both of you. You pouted at him as he kept it at a high angle, unable to take it from his hands.

“Sannie, give me that back!”

You jumped up to reach it, as all the other members sat around laughing with San. You stopped jumping and punched his arm softly, the boys chuckling around you.

“Ah, you guys suck!”

You sighed heavily, laying down on your bed as you closed your eyes. It’s as if every time you closed your eyes, that very night replayed in your head. No matter what you did to avoid thinking of it, you couldn’t get it to stop. No amount of therapy was helping for that.

☆flashback☆

“San stop!!”

Seonghwa pulled San away as you all stood there in shock. Mingi laid on the floor, hands still protecting his face. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, only because it’s never gotten to a point like this. There was never a thought that crossed your mind over the boys arguing so bad, that they’d get physical.

Yunho helped Mingi up, his face bruised and nose dripping blood from the attack. Tears escaped Yunho’s eyes as he realized how bad the situation was getting. However it wasn’t just him, you were all unsure of how to help.

It’s been ongoing for weeks, where random members would break out into arguments and it would sometimes get physical. The more arguments that ensued, the more distant everyone became.

“This is getting out of hand! What happened to all of you?!”

You looked at all the members in horror, tears streaming down your face as they looked away from you. Hongjoong walked up to you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as he tried to offer you some comfort.

“All you ever do is fight with one another, and when things get too far, you guys just resort to violence!”

Wooyoung stood up, an annoyed look on his face as he looked toward the members. Bandages covered his hands and cheeks, reminding you of the fight between him and Jongho just last week.

“She’s right. We all can’t keep going on like this.”

San scoffed, crossing his arms in disbelief as he stood on the opposite side of the room. He rolled his eyes, soon walking up to you and Hongjoong.

“So what? You never seen a group fall apart before?”

His voice rushed through you like cold water, giving you chills as you felt mini to him. No matter how afraid you were getting of the boys and their acts of violence, you refused to let it overtake you. Let alone, be obvious that you were growing afraid of them.

“Shut up.” You mumbled, your eyes straying from him.

He crossed his arms, leaning his face down to you. You felt his breath hit your cheek, making the hairs on your skin stand up.

“Suck it up. You weren’t even apart of our group in the first place.”

The room went quiet. Whenever arguments broke out, you were always the one maintaining peace between the members. Who would’ve known that was only a matter of time before you too have had enough.

“Are you just going to keep being hardheaded?!” you yelled out, pushing him harshly.

“Don’t push me, y/n.” San snarled, his voice low and raspy.

Wooyoung looked over at San, eyebrows furrowed as he wondered what was going to happen. None of the members expected this, especially not from you. When it came to you, everyone had their guard up as they weren’t going to let you be the one who got hurt from them.

“How many times do I need to get this into your head?!” You continued to pushed at San, punching his chest as you cried out.

“All of you! You’re all idiots! Can’t we just stop fighting?!”

San took every hit you gave him, growing increasingly aggravated with you. Tears steamed down your face as you continued to punch at him, wishing for the boys who once promised to never let arguing get as bad as it was now.

“God, quit it!” San pushed you harshly, making you stumble to the ground and hit your head.

He got ontop of you, holding your arms over your head as you struggled out of his grasp. His nails dug into your skin as he glared at you with a rabid look. Hongjoong grabbed onto his back, desperately trying to pull him off of you as he yelled into your face. Wooyoung grabbed onto his arm, using all his weight to pull.

“You’re the reason our group went to shit, you know that?! If you haven’t came in here being all pissy and flirting with all the members— slap!“

With the help of Jongho, he pulled your hand out of San’s grip, allowing you to slap him across the face. Everyone around you froze for a second, seeing your face red from anger and embarrassment after San’s words. San rubbed his cheek, eyes narrowed at you. He grabbed onto your hair, pulling you toward him.

“San! Let them go!! Stop!!”

Yunho rushed over to you, pushing San off of you as the other members pulled him off. It was a bit scary how much stronger San could be when he was angry. Wooyoung and Jongho pulled San off of you as he tried hard to fight back. Yunho held you in his arms, sitting in shock at how San just reacted to you.

“You fucking tramp! This is all your fault!”

Everyone froze, unsure of what to say, as did you. San has lost his mind, everyone did in their own way, though it seemed the group was far from saving at this point. There wasn’t much any of you could do.

You watched as San grabbed his things, making his way out of your home and slamming the door behind him. Silence filled the room, as you all remained speechless. Yunho continued to hold you as small tears ran down your face. What did this mean for you guys now? Was the really just the end of the people you called home?

The people your cherished and loved dearly, were no longer with you, instead living on their own terms. A year later, and you still remained without your home.

☆end of flashback☆

a/n: IM SO SORRY FOR THIS PLEASE DON’T KILL ME. listening to Empty Box while writing the ending of this made it even worse 💔 i love that song so much.

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as the world caves in (6)

pairing; hongjoong x reader, mingi x reader, ? x reader word count; 6.1k genre/warnings; fantasy-ish, apocalyptic au, angst, fluff, blood (a lot), weapons, fighting, blood, panic attack, injuries, bruising summary; a mysterious virus has taken over the world, resulting in the undead and the new ‘eden race’ of humans. desperately trying to find your brother jongho with your friends, you stumble across another group in an abandoned hospital tent. strangely, they’re looking for him as well.

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Yunho insisted that you stay in bed for a few weeks, visiting you every so often to make sure you were healing fine. But after the first week you were already restless. San never came back to see you, and neither did Hongjoong. All you had was Wooyoung, and he didn't hesitate to sit in there with you for hours at a time. You decided not to confront him about what he did at that small town. Maybe when you felt a bit better. Or never, San's words repeating in your mind. You hate to acknowledge it, but he isn't wrong. You treated them like they weren't even your family. And despite denying it, there was some truth to it. You've been so focused on Jongho you didn't think of anything or anyone else. And you hope you can help somehow change that.

But today, instead of Wooyoung, you have Seonghwa. And the man barely says anything to you, flicking through a book as he hums an unfamiliar tune. His black hair is pulled back, some loose strands framing his cheeks. He's attractive. You've quickly noticed all of them are, only making you more irritated. It's a silly weakness, but handsome people always make you nervous. And they smell good. It's an odd thing to point out, but limited water access leads to…

Well, you get the point.

"Are you going to stare at me the whole time?" His voice is monotone, eyes flicking up to meet yours. He flips the page. "At least say something."

"Why are you even here?" You murmur, turning your head back to the window.

"Your friend couldn't visit you today and told me to keep an eye on you. What'd you do to your friends? Seems like none of them want to be around you anymore. Shocking, since they were crying about you being hurt not too long ago."

"If you want to say shit about me go ahead, I could care less."

You hear his book close, his chair creaking. You turn to him, his eyes on your bandage. "I wouldn't provoke you while you're not well. But truly, I'm here on Wooyoung’s behalf. I'd rather not do any of you a favor but being alone in a small room with just a little window for days would drive a person mad. So," he stands, wiping off his hands as he walks behind the bed. "I'm here to keep you company. No malicious intent."

"A bit hard to believe since all you've wanted was for me to leave."

He nods in agreement. "I'm not denying that. But since you'll be stuck here for a while because of that wound, I'd rather just get along than argue everyday."

“Well, you’re off to a good start then,” you follow him as he stands by the window, looking out. You can see a few of the men walking around in fields, farming. Despite having this large land, you’ve seen small fields of food. Enough to fill their stomachs. “Did you ever think of bringing refugees here?”

Seonghwa nods. “There was a time. Yunho was a big advocate for human survival so he brought in anyone who needed a place to stay. He converted that farmhouse your friends are living in into quarters for more people. I was one of the few who stayed.”

“And the others?”

His gaze hardens. “They tried to take over the farm. We stopped them, but they still stole some things on the way out.”

Seonghwa stood on the outskirts of the fields, watching as the group stole cars, food, and anything they could grab. Yunho stood next to him, hands tucked in his pockets as he sighed.

“Why aren’t you doing anything to stop them?” Seonghwa asked, gesturing to the people. “They’re stealing everything you worked hard to find.”

“My father, not me,” Yunho said, smiling. “And if they need to take those things for them to survive out there, then so be it.”

“You’re being too nice.”

“I’m being human, that’s all.”

“So he’s been this carefree for a while then,” you note, glancing around the room. You noticed that Yunho cleaned it up a bit while you were staying in, despite your protests that it was fine. He made it really hard to hate him. Not that you wanted to, anyway. It’s just strange to see someone that kind in a world like now. “What did the others do?”

“They watched alongside us. By then I’ve realized that the cars that they took were useless. Most of them had a half tank of gas, and that’ll barely get you anywhere safe. They wanted to travel to a city, and the four of us didn’t. I mean, who’d leave behind a farm to risk walking around a Sick-infested city? It’s insanity,” he scoffs. “I don’t think they survived that long, anyway. Yunho still dwells on how he could have fixed that situation. But some people want power, and there’s nothing that you can do to stop them.”

“You trust Yunho a lot.”

“He hasn’t done anything for me not to trust him,” Seonghwa glances at you. “But you trust him a bit too much. He could have killed you with that injection but you let him do it anyway.”

“It was either die or die,” you grin, noticing his eyes narrowing. “What?”

“You care little for your life. I can see why San yelled at you.”

“You heard?”

“Everyone in this house did. These walls are paper thin, there’s little secrets hidden around here,” he knocks on the wall, the sound hollow. “You should take his advice. I can tell they all care for you and you do too, but you place your feelings above theirs often. Not in a purposely selfish way. But putting their wants lower than yours when it pertains to you will only lead to arguments in the future. Well, not so future anymore,” he grins.

“You don’t have to tell me what I already know,” you say simply, scratching the area around the wound. It’s still covered with bandages, but you can tell that it’ll be a while before it’s fully healed. And it’ll definitely leave a gnarly scar. “I’ve been thinking about it on my own.”

“And your conclusion?” He raises his brow.

“Is none of your business, Seonghwa.”

He shrugs. “As long as you know it yourself.”

“Don’t you have something to do? I don’t know, sulk in a corner or something?”

This time he laughs genuinely, rolling his eyes at you. “Is that what you think of me?”

“There’s not much else to think about you when I’ve known you for less than a week.”

He purses his lips. “Fair.”

The door swings open. Wooyoung walks inside, a bag full of fruits and vegetables, and a large box in his hands. He grins at you, expression changing slightly when he meets Seonghwa’s eyes. He drops the box on the floor, walking over and giving you an unnecessarily loud kiss on your forehead. Your face twists in disgust as he sits at the end of the bed, holding up the bag of food.

“I grabbed some fruits you like from the field. They grow strawberries here. Strawberries! I haven’t had fruit in so long,” he whines, digging through the bag. He passes you one, plopping another in his mouth. “O’ ‘Ood,” he says through chews, looking back at Seonghwa. “Thank you for hanging out with her. You can go now.”

Seonghwa grabs his book, tucking it underneath his arm. He nods at you once, looking at Wooyoung’s open mouth chews in disgust before walking out. He passes you another berry, humming softly.

“Wooyoung.”

“Hmm?” He glances at you, eating another berry. You can’t help but smile, the juices staining his cheeks and fingers. “What’s up?”

“Why did you tell Seonghwa to come in here?”

He raises his brow. “He’s the only one I saw in the kitchen at the time. He’s a bit of a recluse, but I didn’t think he’d hurt you. Plus, these walls are thin.”

Alright, so it’s true that everyone heard every single conversation you’ve had here. You chew the berry, frowning. “So you heard what San said to me, then?”

He looks away from your eyes, fingers playing with the bag. “Just because I did doesn’t mean I think what he said is true–”

“It had some truth to it, Woo,” you murmur. “I needed to hear it even though I didn’t want to.” You adjust your body, ignoring Wooyoung’s swift, worried gaze. “I’m sorry for treating you three like I didn’t care about you when I do. I didn’t want to admit it, but I was being selfish. I only cared about my feelings and ignored yours, even when you were worried. I put my life on the line several times, not thinking of how you’d feel if I was hurt. I was just being stupid overall, but I do care about you. I really do, and I haven’t shown it properly.”

You bite your lip, thinking. “From now on, I won’t push your thoughts aside. We’ve followed Hongjoong’s words majority of the time, but I know that I had some influence over them since I never took no for an answer. We’re all equal, and I need to embrace that. If you… if any of you think that trying to find Jongho isn’t a good idea, then we can talk about it.”

A scoff from the doorway makes the both of you turn. San stands there, arms crossed against his chest as he narrows his eyes at you. “We’re not abandoning your brother. I was pissed at you, but it was because you were hurt and you just didn’t care,” he walks in slowly, hands tucked in his front pockets. “I was harsh on you.”

“Not harsh enough,” you say, and he only shakes his head.

“No, I was. We should have all talked about what was going on instead of me just venting at you without your input.”

“Family meeting time?” Wooyoung says, squeezing your leg. “Let me get Hongjoong.”

You grab his arm, stopping him in his rush. “No, no. Not Joong. Not right now.”

“yn, you can’t still be mad–”

“I’m not mad, Woo. It’s more complicated than that. I fucked up, but that’s a completely different issue. I don’t want to confront that right now.”

“He’s been waiting,” San starts, sitting on the floor in front of the bed. He looks at you, grabbing a grape vine and handing it to you. “Did you know ever since he left the room he’s been sleeping on the living room couch?”

“I--”

“He hasn’t left,” Wooyoung says, lying back on the bed. “No matter how much San and I told him that he can just sleep in the barn with us, he hasn’t moved. Only to go to the bathroom or check on you once in a while when you’re fast asleep. Nothing too creepy, just a peek to make sure you’re alive.” Wooyoung points at the fruit bag. “I didn’t pick those, he did. He was at it all morning trying to get enough for you. So trust me, we know how angry you are at him, but…” he turns his gaze to yours. “He knows he fucked up. And it’s weird, not seeing you two together. It’s like the world has ended.”

San rolls his eyes, “That’s dramatic.”

“But it’s true! He told me to lie and said I got it all when it was from him,” Wooyoung murmurs. “I just think the two of you need to talk things through and stop delaying it, you know? It’ll only make it drag on and it’ll never be fixed.” he pokes your leg. “I’m serious, y/n. Go and talk to him.”

“Alright Woo, alright,” you rub your face, groaning. “Did Yunho leave a wheelchair around here somewhere? He told me I can’t be up until it heals more.”

“You’re not getting out of that bed,” San raises his brow, moving the wheelchair into your bathroom. You watch your only bit of freedom slowly disappear around the corner.

“Sannie--”

“He’s right, it was just a figure of speech. I’ll tell Hongjoong you want to see him,” Wooyoung leaps from the bed, stumbling a bit against the small rug and disappearing through the door.

San looks at you sympathetically, “You know he’s been at it for days now. He’s used to everyone getting along, it’s hard for him to see it otherwise.”

“I know,” you say softly. “But that’s not gonna happen all the time. No matter how hard it is on him.”

He shrugs, “Seems like we’ve been okay for a bit. Tensions always boil over when something bad happens. But once you sort things out with Hongjoong, it’ll be okay.” he walks over to you, squeezing your shoulder. “We’re okay, too.”

“I’m really sorry, San,” you say, grabbing his wrist as he walks away. “I was an asshole this whole time, and I’m sorry. I’ll do better.”

He smiles, “I know you will. Next time make sure it’s not after you almost died, alright?” He fake sniffles, but you can see that there’s some leftover anguish in his eyes. “I can’t see you like that again. None of us can.”

You let go of his arm, and he nods. Both of you look to the door, seeing Hongjoong standing there. He looks around nervously, glancing at Wooyoung for silent support. Said man pushes him inside the room, grabbing San and immediately slamming the door behind him. You hear the click of a lock, and sigh. Wooyoung always has something under his sleeves, even when you told him speaking to Hongjoong was fine.

“Why did he pull me out of the bathroom?” Hongjoong says, looking at you. When your eyes meet his, he immediately breaks your shared gaze. “You didn’t have to talk to me if you didn’t want to. I told him to not mention anything to you about what I’ve been doing.”

“Woo isn’t one to keep his mouth shut, you know that,” you snort, pushing the blanket off your body, Hongjoong immediately looks at your stomach, the darkened, bruised skin only making his expression drop. You grab a pillow, covering it from sight as you drop your legs over the side. He immediately comes to you, but you hold up your hand, shaking your head. “I’m not getting up. Just stretching my legs.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, moving back to his spot.

“You don’t have to act like we’re strangers, Joong. I know that I’m upset with you, but don’t do that,” you ignore the dull ache of the wound, adjusting yourself on the edge of the bed. “I need to get out of this room, it's making me crazy. But anyway,” you turn to him. He’s standing awkward next to the door, eyes on the ground. You can tell he hasn’t been sleeping much, the deep bags underneath his eyes evidence. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was the one injured. “Why aren’t you taking care of yourself, Joong?”

He furrows his brows, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, this. You, right now. You look like a truck ran over you. I’m not saying don’t care about me, but take care of yourself along the way too. Please sleep,” you say. His eyes finally meet yours, red and watery from lack of sleep. You wish you could run over and hug him, tell him that you’re fine. But all you can do is sit here and look at him. Hope that he can tell how genuine you are.

“I know it’s stupid,” he says, pushing his hair away from his forehead. “I should sleep, yea. It’s just hard to know you’re up here hurting.”

“There was nothing you could do about it, Joong. But I’m okay, I promise you,” you hold out your hand, beckoning him forward. He’s a bit hesitant at first, but he lets his hand fold into yours. “I’m fine, thank you for worrying about me.”

“Okay.”

“Hongjoong,” you squeeze his hand, “I know you want to say something.”

He nods, slowly sitting on the bed next to you. He takes the pillow from your hand, placing it behind you. You look down at your bandage. It’s not as soaked with blood as it once was, now just speckles here and there. A sigh escapes his lips, relief smoothing his features. His eyes move to yours, warm.

“Don’t give me that look,” you snicker nervously, looking away. “Makes me nervous.”

“I’m glad you’re okay. And I do want to say something,” he plays with your fingers, thinking. “The time I spent away from you this week or so has made me realize that even though I try hard not to, I do treat you like a child when I know you’re not. You’re independent and strong, and I shouldn’t act like I’m responsible for you when you can take care of yourself. I can worry and I can give you advice, but I can’t make decisions for you. I’m sorry that I’ve overstepped and disregarded your feelings.”

You lean over, letting your body rest against his. Your head drops to the curve of his neck, taking a slow breath. “It’s okay, I’ve forgiven you already. I let this linger for too long when we should have talked about it. It’s not only your fault, it’s mine. I bullied you a bit into that role because of how I was, am. San told me off, as he rightfully should. It made me think things through a bit. We all have our flaws, but we have each other. I love you, and I love Woo and San. We all just need to communicate a little more.”

“A little?” He snorts.

“Maybe a tad bit more than a little?” you grin, and he laughs. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too. Do you know what I’ve done without you? I had to listen to San and Wooyoung speak for longer than five minutes. It was absolute torture,” he groans, and you only laugh louder. “I’m serious! They were arguing about sex positions and I wanted to die then and there. Evaporate.”

“Did you learn anything?” you joke, and he rolls his eyes.

“I know about sex, tiger.”

“Do you?” you raise a brow, and he frowns. “What? We were barely into our twenties when all of this happened and I’ve been with you ever since.”

“You were barely into your twenties. Did you forget I was graduating college already?” he nudges you. “Don’t forget I’m older than you.”

“Barely,” you murmur. “Two years is nothing.”

“It’s enough. We were close back then, but not as much as now. I’ve had plenty of hookups.”

“Gross. Don’t want to hear about you getting your dick wet,” you shudder, only causing him to laugh. “No details please.”

“You asked!”

“Yea and I don’t wanna know anything about the sex life of a man in his prime years. You’re old now, you know. Almost thirty.”

His eye roll only seems to deepen. “Someone in their mid twenties is not thirty, thank you very much.” He wiggles his brows, “But you do like mature men, don’t you?”

“Ew, Joong. Gagged,” you stick your finger in your mouth, fake coughing. He rolls his eyes, eyes flicking down to your stomach again.

“Are you sure you’re alright? Did Yunho fix you up well?”

“Believe it or not, that giant man actually did an amazing job. Even the stitches look pretty,” you lift the bandage, watching as Hongjoong’s eyes avert away from you. “It’s just my stomach, you big baby.”

“You’re still a woman, y/n. And I’d like to respect your boundaries, even if I didn’t do it well before,” he says, eyes still looking away. You nudge him.

“You can look, gentleman.”

He slowly looks back, watching as you pull the bandage off. You hiss, slowly placing it on your bedside table. It looks horrid but not as bad as before. Skin bruised around the would, several stitches keeping your skin tight together to heal. It looks terrible, honestly, but you wanted him to see it. It’s not as bad as it looks, of course, but you can tell it’s bothering him. His mouth opens and closes, teeth clenching as he stares at it.

“Please don’t jump in front of bullets anymore,” he murmurs, eyebrows furrowed.

“No promises.”

“Tiger…”

“What? I can’t push away that instinct,” you shrug, looking down at the injury. “I told you it’s not as bad as it seems. It hurts a lot and I wish I could take a whole bottle of ibuprofen, but I can tolerate it. It’ll be away before you know it, and we can go back on the road again.”

“Not for at least another month,” he says.

“Why not?”

He swallows slowly. “We were all occupied with you being hurt, that they didn’t tell us they found something on one of the government guys. A clue that may lead to where Jongho is.”

You grip his hand, shaking him. “Jongho? They found something?” You try to get to your feet but he pushes you down harshly by your shoulder. “Hongjoong-!”

“I’m only stopping you because you can tear open your stitches, y/n! Be careful,” he hisses, standing up. “Just because I said I won’t be as protective doesn’t mean you can walk around doing stupid things. It’s too close to the bottom of your stomach for you to take steps. I’ll grab the wheelchair.”

You think they’re being dramatic, but you let him go. He comes back in no time with the one Wooyoung hid in the bathroom. You reach out, but he picks you up with ease, placing you in it lightly. You can feel your cheeks burning, avoiding his gaze. He tilts his head at you, trying to catch your eyes.

“That was kind of hot,” you whisper.

“Hm?” He raises a brow, a slight smirk on his lips. Oh, he heard. He definitely heard.

You wave him off, “Nothing. Let’s go down with the others. I want to know what they have to say.”

You sit in the living room, the window open and blinds lifted. Hongjoong told you to wait there for a bit while he got the others, so that you all can discuss what was found. You insisted that you didn’t want to inconvenience anyone, but he said that they’ve been waiting until you were well enough to discuss it. So you sit there with San and Wooyoung, both on the loveseat right to your wheelchair. They help Hongjoong carry you downstairs, San holding you carefully as Hongjoong descended down the stairs with the chair. You hated being so dependent on them, but you were grateful for their presence. You disliked the situation, but you’d despise it even more if one of the others helped. You’d never live that down.

“Sleeping beauty is finally out and about?” the first person to walk in, Yeosang, says. He’s covered in a layer of sweat from outside, dirt covering his skin as he pushes his hair away from his forehead with a flick of his arm. Wooyoung rolls his eyes, looking away from him. “What’s his issue?”

“I don’t know, maybe not seeing you with the bullet wound for starters.”

Yeosang’s playful expression drops. “I didn’t tell her to jump in front of me.”

“Because you weren’t even paying attention to your surroundings, idiot--”

“Hey? Cut it out, it’s no one’s fault.” You shake your head, stopping them mid-argument. “We don’t have time to argue when there’s bigger things to talk about, yeah?” You glare at Wooyoung in particular. He grumbles under his breath but stops, avoiding Yeosang’s gaze.

Mingi and Seonghwa come not too long after, Yunho and Hongjoong last. The last one takes his seat next to you, resting on the arm of the sofa. He gives you a slight nod, his eyes moving to Seonghwa. He stands in the middle, waiting for everyone to take a seat. Once you’re all settled (the room is completely crowded now) he takes out a paper, handing it to you. You look down, squinting at the small font. There’s various numbers and symbols you don’t understand, most of them in an unfamiliar language. But your eyes move to what you can read.

Choi Jongho.

Your brother’s name is completely bolded and underlined. You look up at Seonghwa. “What does this say? I can’t read most of it.”

“It’s in code, that’s why. It reads ‘Choi Jongho, find him dead or alive. Last known position is Jeollanam.’ Do you know what this means, y/n? It’s dated--”

“Wait.” Hongjoong stops, eyes narrowing at Seonghwa. “How the fuck do you know her name?”

Seonghwa stops, glancing at the others next to him. Yunho takes a step forward, but Hongjoong holds up a hand before he gets the chance to explain.

Yunho holds up his hands in defense. “Hongjoong, let’s take a second to breathe.”

“Breathe? Don’t tell me to fucking breathe, Yunho. We already didn’t trust any of you, and now you’re saying her name like you know her. Like you knew her before all of this shit happened. Who the hell are you people?” He stands slightly in front of you, a shield for whatever’s coming next. You’re too shocked to speak up, looking between all of them. Your eyes meet Mingi’s, his expression unreadable. But he doesn’t lose your gaze, brows flicked up quickly. As if he’s daring you to speak.

“Why are you even hiding her name? Is she something important?” Yeosang says, shrugging. “You told us all of your names except hers, why are you so concerned about it?” Yunho glares at him but Yeosang only rolls his eyes. “What? I’m just being honest.”

“Hiding your real name is different. You told us that you couldn’t trust us, so we’ve provided everything that we can. And yet, you’re still hiding something that’s so miniscule. Why?” Seonghwa persists, looking around Hongjoong at you. “What’s the secret?”

“Everyone quiet down. It’s none of our business what it is,” Yunho holds his hands up, eyes flicking between his friends. “We said that we’d work together to find him.”

“I’m not working with anyone who doesn’t even tell me their real name. Are you even his sister?” Yeosang moves to you, but San stands, blocking his path.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“Oh?” Yeosang scoffs, “Now you’re protecting her? Maybe this is a harem--”

A fist lands on his cheeks before you can blink, Yeosang stumbling back slightly at the hit. Wooyoung immediately grabs San, but he pulls out of his grip, reaching forward. The room gets loud, everyone grabbing one another to pull them apart. You can barely see from where you’re sitting, eyes all over the place as you try to make sense of it all. Your breaths rise and fall quickly, heart pounding in your ears. You grip the armrests, trying your best to not spiral. This was all your fault. If you just said no, if you left before all of this happened, it wouldn’t be this bad. You shake your head, trying your best to push through the room spinning, your palms sweating profusely.

You don’t feel the push of your wheelchair out the room and outside, too overwhelmed with it all. Hands encase yours, trying their best to get your attention.

“y/n, take slow breaths. Come on, I know you can do it. In and out slowly. Just focus on my voice, alright?”

You follow his instructions, the world slowly not seeming too overwhelming to bear. You breathe in and out deeply, the trembles in your hands dissipating. You can feel his thumbs rub your hands softly, a soft hum filling the space between the both of you. After you’ve calmed down enough, you nod. He lets go of your hands, still crouched in front of you.

“It’s done. They stopped fighting, everything is alright.”

You nod quickly, eyes flicking over his face. There’s a bit of blood on his neck, but nothing too crazy. It doesn’t even look like his. Mingi keeps your gaze, waiting for you to say something. But all you feel is looming guilt, too nervous to even say a word. He sighs, running his fingers through his hair.

“We shouldn’t have kept it a secret that we knew your name. It wasn’t fair to any of you, we were just trying to gain your trust before we started with that. It’s true that I’d rather you all gone, but this is how it just ended up to be. The only reason we know your name is because we saw it once. It was so simple back then, we just should have told you from the beginning.”

“What?”

“Jongho… he wrote your name down. Right before he left. Seonghwa was the one who saw it first.”

Seonghwa stands over the letter, eyes focused on one name in particular. Choi y/n. A slam of a door pulls him away from the paper, eyes flicking behind him. Jongho stands there, saying nothing as he grabs the paper, tucking it into his pocket.

“Why are you looking through my things?” he hissed.

“It was just lying there--”

“Don’t look at my stuff again, alright? You have your secrets and I have mine.”

“At the time, we didn’t know it was a sister. We assumed it was a letter to his mom or another relative, but when you showed up… it just all made sense.” he swallows slowly. “A week later is when he left.”

“Do you think he left because Seonghwa saw it?”

He shrugs. “Maybe. But it’s all a guessing game now. No one knows why he left except himself. And I know they were interrogating you back there, but it’s an honest question. Why are you hiding it, y/n?”

It’s odd to hear your name fall off his lips, already used to them calling you tiger. But Hongjoong and you have protected this secret for so long, why would you tell a group of strangers why? It’s barely been a little over a week.

“It’s complicated.”

“But--”

“What are you doing out here with her?” Both of you turn to look behind Mingi, seeing Wooyoung standing there. His wound on his lip is opening, a black eye already forming. He sees your wide eyes, pushing past Mingi to get to you. “They’re fine, it was just a misunderstanding. Wanna get back to the med room?”

“I was talking to him, Woo. And how did you get a black eye? You weren’t even fighting!” You furrow your brows, watching as it slowly darkens.

“San elbowed me in the face,” he frowns. “But it’s fine. We can go back, everything's calmed down.”

“You can go back to the barnhouse if you’d like,” Mingi says, rising to his feet. He doesn’t bother to brush the dirt off his knees. You noticed that he’s as dirty as Yeosang was, probably farming before all of this happened. “Yunho cleared you to leave the room. You can sleep there. He’ll probably walk over and check every once in a while.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yea. And it’s better if we separate for a bit,” He nods at the both of you. “Seems like all we do is argue and fight. Thought it was best to have our own spaces unless it’s absolutely necessary. Don’t move too much, alright y/n?” he pats your shoulder, walking around Wooyoung and going inside.

Wooyoung looks down at you, confused. “Did he change personalities or is it just me?”

“Definitely not just you,” you say. “Let’s go to the barnhouse. We have a lot to talk about. And I’m sure you know about Jongho.”

Yunho wipes his hands with rubbing alcohol, humming to himself in the medic room. Seonghwa sits on a chair to the side of the bed, glancing at Yeosang sitting on it. Mingi walks in not too long after, shutting the door quietly as he stands in the corner.

“She’s alright. Calmed her down enough. I’m sure the other’s are going to tell her about Jongho.”

Yeosang wipes his lip, laughing dryly as he spits blood to the side. “Fuck that guy. They can all rot in that barn, I don’t care anymore.”

Mingi shakes his head. “You’re the one who antagonized them, you have to take some responsibility.”

“Oh, so I can’t say anything without them trying to beat the shit out of me?”

“You know what you said, Yeo,” Seonghwa says, slowly wrapping gauze around his arm. “Mingi’s right. You’ve gotten too comfortable talking to strangers like you know them. One of them was bound to get triggered eventually.” He rolls his eyes. “And harem, really? You know they care about her like she’s their little sister. Even I can see that after spending a few days with them. You gotta learn how to interact with people other than us. We know you’re not being serious, but they don’t.”

“Are you kidding? I wasn’t the first person to say harem around here,” he points to Mingi standing in the corner. “Suddenly he decides to punch me instead of Mingi?”

“Things are different compared to back then. I wouldn’t say what I said before knowing their relationship now,” he sits on the chair next to the door. “But that’s beside the point. Hwa, why did you say her name?”

“It was a slip of the tongue.”

“Really?” Yunho speaks up now after listening silently, dabbing Yeosang’s lip with antibiotics. “I doubt that. You’re the most careful out of all of us. You’d really believe that we think you just let that slip? Hm?” he raises his brow, glancing at Seonghwa. “Hyung.”

“Aren’t you tired of hiding? I mean for fuck’s sake, how long are we gonna pretend we didn’t used to work for the government? We have to let them know or else they’ll never trust us. We should just tell them--”

“No,” Yunho says, his voice final. “We can say everything else but that.”

“It’ll be worse when they find out later,” Yeosang says, whispering as Yunho wipes his lower lip. “They won’t believe anything we say anymore. That’s why Jongho left.”

“We’re not telling them.” Yunho repeats.

The rest say nothing else after that, watching Yunho as he cleans their cuts and bruises.

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Too Little Too Late ~ Jeong Yunho

His eyes lit up as soon as you walked into the dressing room, greeted by the smiles of the members who were all sat around the room. You pushed the clothing rail behind you, placing it in the middle of the room with the outfits you had prepared for their stage still well hidden.

“How are you guys?” You questioned, looking around to each and every one of them with a wide smile.

The eight of them had been nothing but incredible to you, taking care of you and loving your ideas. Yunho especially had taken a shine to you, the creativity that you had was something that he adored, but it was the person that he loved even more.

“I’ve come up with a blue theme, very action based to really catch the eye,” you told them as you began to hand the outfits out.

“I’m sure that we’ll love it,” Seonghwa grinned, taking the hanger from your hand, holding it up. “I can’t think of a single outfit of yours that we’ve hated so far, some of us don’t want another stylist to even help us anymore.”

You followed Seonghwa’s gaze to where Yunho sat on the sofa, noticing how his eyes looked down to the floor, hiding the blush on his cheeks. “You never know, maybe one day I’ll find the outfit that doesn’t appeal to you guys.”

“Trust us, that will never happen,” Jongho added as you passed his outfit across to him, “some of us are little too head over heels with you to ever think that we could hate something that you do,” he smiled, leaving you slightly confused.

“Can we open these up now?” Wooyoung questioned.

“Of course,” you smiled once all of the outfits had been handed around, watching closely as one by one they unzipped the bags that the outfits were in, with gasps coming from each one of them, as ever, stunned by what you had come up with.

Whilst seven of them spoke up immediately, the one person who failed to say anything was Yunho, who had his eyes fixed on the outfit, not even looking across in your direction.

“Do you like it?” You asked, walking across to him, resting your hand against his shoulder, “it’s not a little too much for you, is it? Did you have something else in mind?”

The sound of your voice made Yunho jump, flickering his eyes across to look at you with a nod of his head. He placed the hanger on the chair, smiling weakly in your direction. You were left confused, looking to the other boys for answers, but all of them shrugged.

“Have I done something wrong?” You asked the room.

“No,” Yunho suddenly spoke up, “you’ve done nothing wrong aside from create some more fantastic outfits for us that will look amazing on the stage as well.”

You moved around the room as the boys began to change, helping zip them up and clip them in where you needed to. As ever, the boys all stood still as you fixed them up, with Yeosang the last one for you to sort out.

“You’re a saint Y/N for working with us,” he told you with a smile.

“I love it,” you argued, holding his jacket together, “can you grab this for a moment whilst I grab a pin to fix it up tighter against your chest.”

“Yeah, of course I…. hey, what’s that?”

You watched as he pointed across to the ring that was on your finger, “that? That’s my engagement ring, I didn’t tell you guys, did I?”

The rest of the room all looked across to Yunho as his shoulders dropped. You had no idea as to what was going on, but whilst the rest of the group looked happy for you, Yunho almost looked as if he was disappointed to hear your happy news.

What you didn’t know was what was going on in his head, the discussions that he had had with the group, just the night before. Just when he felt he had the courage to approach you, you ended up managing to stop him at just the right time.

“Are you alright?” Mingi whispered across to him, resting his hand against your shoulder, “I know you probably weren’t expecting that.”

None of them could understand why you had never mentioned your partner around them before, almost as if you felt you couldn’t open up to them. Instead Yunho had been under the impression that you were single, only for you to be anything but.

“I’m glad I didn’t tell her how I feel,” Yunho whispered in reply to Mingi, “then I really would have ended up humiliating myself once and for all.”

“I know you really liked her though,” Mingi sympathised, “we all thought that she was single, none of us had any idea, otherwise we wouldn’t have encouraged you to confess.”

Yunho nodded back across at him, “I know you guys would have never done that, I just don’t really know how to feel right now.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys,” you chuckled, drawing the eyes of everyone back across to you, “it was last week when I had my week off, I should have told you guys sooner, although I’m surprised it took you this long to notice.”

“We’re really happy for you.”

You shot a smile in Hongjoong’s direction, “thank you, I’m really happy too. It’s been a long time coming too, we’ve been together for almost ten years.”

The more you spoke, the more Yunho struggled to hear. His heart was broken and would definitely take some time to piece it back together all over again too.

“It’s alright,” San whispered from the other side of Yunho, “just think of it as a lucky escape, you wouldn’t want to confess to someone who is already taken.”

“I just can’t believe she never mentioned it,” Yunho sighed, “I really thought that we had a good connection between us.”

San smiled weakly, unable to understand how hard Yunho was finding things. “The two of you do get along, but it’s obvious to Y/N that the two of you were just good friends, and unfortunately you ended up catching feelings too.”

As Yunho looked at the smile on your face, he could tell how happy you were with your partner, how excited you were to be engaged. As happy as he was for your own happiness, he couldn’t help but wish that he was the reason instead.

The hope that he had fallen asleep on that night after talking to the boys had completely deflated, they were convinced that confessing would be the start of something beautiful for you both too, but even they were wrong.

Eventually he knew that he would get over it, he had to be professional at least, there was no chance of him risking the group losing their best stylist. But knowing he would have to work with unmatched feelings was going to be the toughest challenge Yunho had faced in a long time.

He loved you, wholeheartedly, but unfortunately you didn’t feel the same, each of the boys were like your brothers, and that was never going to change.

Sadly, for Yunho though, it had just been a case of too little too late.

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songmingisthighs · 3 years

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ch. lxiv - cowards

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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

After sending the last text, Mingi and Jongho didn't waste time and immediately rush to (Y/N)'s room. When they arrived, the door was ajar with Seonghwa standing inside. He was staring blankly around, seemingly confused.

"Hyung, have you been here?" Jongho asked, breaking Seonghwa's trance.

"Y-yeah, I did- she left? Just like that ??" Seonghwa asked, still not believing anything that just happened.

Maybe it was Seonghwa's guilt. The fact that his last interaction with you was him accusing you of being a whore didn't sit right with him. There was a lump in his throat and a heavy feeling on his chest. It felt like he was suffocating.

The three of them stood silently, not knowing what to answer.

As they stood silently, the other boys walked in one by one. Wooyoung walked in first with San in tow, they both immediately took note of the silence and just stared at each other with guilt.

One by one everyone else filled the room, staring blankly at the emptiness and letting sorrow and regret fill them.

"S-so that's it? She left us yet AGAIN after having just came back last night?" Hongjoong asked in disbelief. There was no malice in his tone, there were no ill intentions. He was shocked, surprised at the sudden tension.

Mingi turned to look at the eldest with much disdain, "After what happened to her last night, could you really give her blame?"

inking that Hongjoong felt wronged, as he thought his assumption was justified. To be singled out as such was a little bit too much. "Are you trying to be a hero here?" he asked the taller guy. Mingi scoffed at him, "Hero? You think I have some sort of a complex?" "I don't know, do you? I don't think it's a hero complex, but there must be some sort of a messed up complex in you. Because you've been all over the place and overreacting, acting like a mess when you can't find (Y/N) and yet not saying anything when she was here, letting Yeosang ran his mouth at her, driving her off,"

At the mention of his name, Yeosang spoke up from the corner of the room. "I drove her off? Are you fucking serious?" to which San, who was by his side scoffed, "Weren't you the one who verbally attacked her last night? Calling her out on leaving without any explanation was one thing, but to call her a wandering tramp?" "Okay, I was looking out for all of us. YOU especially, San! You don't know how much it affected me seeing you all broken down and you even fell into depression! As your friend, I was fucking worried!" Yeosang defended himself.

Wooyoung chimed in, scoffing at his long-time friend, "Looking out for us? From what? From who? The woman we love? If you wanna go off on her, that's one hundred percent your choice, but don't use us as your excuse. That's just pathetic, man," he told Yeosang whilst glaring at him.

Seonghwa got in between the two, preventing them both from going at it even further. "Okay, enough with you two, you both can't be fighting during this time. Yeosang might've said some... unnecessary things to (Y/N) last night, but things aren't completely his fault," he reasoned.

Surprisingly, Yunho chimed in, smirking at the older man, "You got that right," he muttered. Yunho's voice was intentionally loud enough for everyone to hear, but still low enough for it to seem snarky.

At his chime, Seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows at Yunho, "what's that supposed to mean?" Yunho stepped to Seonghwa while tilting his head as if challenging him, "Don't play dumb, hyung, I heard you last night. Here, you mentioned Yeosang calling (Y/N) names when you basically called her the same thing,"

Whilst the others were left confused, Seonghwa visibly froze. His demeanour changed to a nervous one.

"Yunho, what the fuck are you talking about?" Hongjoong asked.

Yunho looked to the side at Hongjoong casually, "I walked by when I was about to get water last night when I heard yelling from inside her room. Whatever they were talking about, I heard Seonghwa hyung yelling something about (Y/N) staying with guys other than her cousin. The implication was bad, I even heard (Y/N) crying,"

All eyes suddenly shifted to Seonghwa. "Hyung, you made her cry?" San asked, not able to completely believe that Seonghwa was capable of doing that to (Y/N).

Tension rose in the room and suddenly everyone was arguing with each other. All but Jongho who stayed by the sideline, watching the whole thing unfold between his older friends with disappointment in his eyes.

"What happened?" you asked him, appearing by his side out of nowhere.

Jongho sighed before crossing his arms, "They're blaming each other because you left again," he muttered. You frowned and furrowed your eyebrows, "But, I haven't left yet?"

At that, Jongho finally looked at you properly. His eyes widened as wide as they could go, "Oh, hey! You're still here!" He exclaimed loudly, capturing the attention of everyone who was bickering inside.

You stared at them weirdly, "Yeah? Why is that so surprising?"

Mingi stepped out towards you slowly, his hands reached out to grab yours in his softly, "W-we thought you had really left again," he told you, his voice broke from how glad he was.

But that relieved feeling was soon crushed when he heard your answer.

"Well, now I am. I was making sure of something and waiting for Haknyeon to come to pick me up. Since he's here now, I'm... Gonna go," you smiled at them gently. Despite that, there were clear indications that the smile you wore was one of a broken heart.

Seonghwa couldn't help but let his words slip without thinking properly, "You're going back with him and his friends?" to which Yunho immediately nudged him hard on his stomach.

You turn to look at Seonghwa directly. You shook your head at him before answering, "No, I'm not going back to his apartment. Wouldn't be right for me and wouldn't be fair to him. He's just escorting me to my old dorm where I will be staying," you told him. Seonghwa immediately gulped after hearing your answer. He felt bad for jumping to that conclusion, especially after you told him where you were going.

At this point, San had tears brimming in his eyes, blurring his vision, "Wh-why are you going again, (Y/N)? You just got back," he asked as he walked closer to you.

Seeing his tears, you couldn't help but get emotional as well. you let one hand off of Mingi's grasp to cup San's cheek, rubbing it gently with your thumb, "I just have to, Sannie, I'm sorry. I... Just came back up here to tell Mingi and Jongho directly that I'm gonna go now,"

Wooyoung pushed people away to charge directly at you, "Only Mingi and Jongho? That's it? The rest of us didn't even deserve your goodbyes?" there was no resentment in his voice, you noticed. His eyes, however, showed much sorrow.

You sighed and shrugged at him, "With how things went last night, I don't even know if you all wanted to see me again, that's why I tried making my escape as quickly and silently as possible,"

Hongjoong suddenly spoke up, "See, I don't think you wanna leave at all, because if you do, you wouldn't tell us at all and just leave,"

The way he said it set something off in you. Your previous calm demeanour switched within mere milliseconds as you answered Hongjoong bitterly, "of course I don't wanna leave. You think this is easy on me?"

Without realizing it, you slipped your hands off of Mingi's grasp and San's cheek. The others who were in the way moved to the side to let you face Hongjoong directly, slightly afraid of you, "You really think that I came back here just to leave the next day? If so, then not only that you're dead wrong, but you're also an asshole. Every single one of you is acting like I've only been playing around with you all, going back and forth as I please because I don't know what I want. You don't even know why I left. Maybe most of it was because I didn't tell you guys, but part of it was because neither of you even gave me the chance to even explain last night. All of you just turned your backs on me and walked away," you laughed bitterly.

Your words struck them deep. Because they were all true. You might have been the one who started the fight, but they were the ones who delivered the final blow. Not to mention they're male adults who should've been able to communicate and made better decisions. Lastly, there were eight of them and one of you, how was that fair?

The silence and the expression on their faces said a lot, you realized if you were to tell them everything, that was your chance.

So you took a deep breath and spilt everything to them.

You told them about the threat Sunhee gave you, the proof they had, and how they planned on ruining their futures. You told them about how you felt like you didn't have any choice and how you didn't want to make things worse so you just listen to them until you were able to think of something, you wanted to protect them. You also told them how paranoid they made you and how you almost went crazy from worrying over them whilst having to be worried over what those crazy bitches might do.

When you finished talking, you realized that the boys had had tears streaming down their faces. You could see their resolves wilting away and being replaced by regret and shame.

Without even saying anything, Wooyoung pulled you into his arms tightly. He cried, saying how sorry he was for how he acted last night and how he should've trusted you more. Yunho and San wrapped their arms around you too, despite the tears streaming down, they managed to utter how sorry they were for not doing anything. Soon, Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Mingi, and Jongho attached themselves to the growing group hug as well, wordlessly showing their remorse. Despite their lack of words, you understood them just fine.

At that moment, you felt safe, you felt relieved that you were finally able to tell them everything. Things finally seem like they will go back to normal.

Maybe except for one thing.

You lifted your face from where it was nestled in the crook of Wooyoung's neck to meet eyes with the one person who was still rooted in his position.

Yeosang immediately looked away, an attempt you assume was to cover up his own tears.

Though heartbroken that he seemed to still resent you, you took the current win and let yourself bask in the warmth the guys were giving you.

You promised yourself then and there that you wouldn't act so carelessly anymore.

At least not without letting them know.

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lovesanmotion · 3 years

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ateez reacts: in a serious arguement with s/o

💌 This is: requested

Hongjoong:

When you met Hongjoong, it was the happiest day of your life. Everytime you get sad, your brain takes a trip down memory lane and reminds you of the day when you met him. Of course it brings a smile on your face. However, a happy memory can no longer bring happiness to you.

Arguement after arguement, nothing seems to be coming to peace between you and Hongjoong. One heated night, tensions arose once more between the two of you, arguing how Hongjoong so desperately wants a child but you say you still weren’t ready.

“We’ve been married for three fucking years! If only I knew our marriage is going into a shithole, I shouldn’t have married you or should have opted for a second marriage!” Hongjoong slams his fist onto the wooden table that broke and slid down on the floor. Tears brimmed your eyes at the impact and weight of his words. You felt guilty and to blame for.

“Y-Y/N- I didn’t mean that..” Hongjoong spoke, his features softening as he tries to approach you. But you looked up to him, your visions blurry at the tears ooling in your eyes.

“No it’s okay. It’s really okay. It looks like you’ve made up your mind and why should I get in the way? I hope you’re happy with the choice you’ve made.” You smiled at him, despite the pain and emotional stress you’ve pent up for weeks, you let it all out by crying yourself to sleep, And when the morning comes, you quietly slip out of the shared apartment and Hongjoong’s life.

Seonghwa:

Days spent with Seonghwa always felt like walking into a flowery road that would lead you two into happiness. And the road is endless, you were sure that he’s the one for you. But you spoke too soon.

Now, throwing plates are being thrown at one another, dodging those plates as they hit on the walls and picture frames. As Seonghwa throws a plate, it narrowly misses you and smashes into the picture frame that you took on your first date. And suddenly, the world made you two stop and stare and take in everything that happened for the past few minutes. Neither of you two could speak, let alone look at each other in the eye. What happened, happened. And now the silence spoke for the two of you.

Yunho:

Your parents were against you dating Yunho. Why? They know for a fact that relationships between an idol and non idol partner were uncommon and would never work due to the fact that the idol’s schedules are hectic and almost has no room for them to breathe into their personal lives. But you still wanted to be with Yunho. At the same time, Yunho’s parents were aginst him dating you as well. Why? To put it simply, you are non idol. They want someone for him who walks down the runways or sings in sold out arenas, but you didn’t fit in any category.

And lately, it seemed to you that Yunho was slowly giving in to his parents’ wishes. The photos he uploads on his Instagram stories includes different women every night, all of them are not like you. It pains you that this silent arguement kept on going between you two. And one day, while on a walk with Yunho, you stopped walking. You were somehow hoping that he would stop from his tracks and look back at you, if you were catching up to. But to see him continue walking without even going back to look at you is already enough to know where you two are heading.

Yeosang:

Yeosang coming into your life was the best thing that has ever happened to your existence up to day. Though you two have different worlds, you solely depended your life and happiness to him. And the world seemed to be in favor of you, after a year of dating, he got down on one knee and married you in front of hundreds of people. You were the happiest, nothing in this world could ever make you sad, as long as Yeosang’s beside you.

But what if your world’s the one that decides to hurt you? Weeks after the marriage, Yeosang had a complete change of heart. He stopped coming home to you and was always spotted with a certain someone whenever he is outside. Whenever you confronted to him about it, he tells you not to worry. But you knew it was a lie and without knowing, you unconsciously raised your hand and swung it across his face.

Was it enough to make him feel the pain you feel? Maybe not. But was worth it? Yes. You hated yourself for being not good enough, but most importantly, you hated yourself for depending your happines to a person.

San:

They say “nothing lasts forever, nothing stays the same”, but you love to disagree with that saying. What about the elderly couples who found love and comfort in each other and are growing old together? What about those couples who, after so many lifetimes, still find each other in different life times?

Being young and naive has its cons, but you believe in the idea of love and all its forms. And that is what brought yout to believe that San is the one for you. Talking about your plans together, what you two would want to be in the long run, how many children he wants to have. You are young and naive but believe in the idea of love and all its forms.

But when everything comes spiraling down, a false rumour spreading against you and San chooses to believe whoever spreaded the rumour and never listened to any word you say made you think about the saying. You never confronted San anymore as you let the relationship that you so love and dear fall apart before you.

Mingi:

When you got into a relationship with Mingi, you never suspected anything. Nothing was suspiscious and out of the place at all. But after a year of dating did it only made you realize why you were somehow suspiscious: not once did you two fight each other. You couldn’t believe how a year of dating Mingi and is the most healthiest relationship you have ever been. This is exactly what you wanted that others want too, and you were lucky and thankful at the same time.

But you never got along with his friends, and so did your friends with him too. Whenever they would go out and drink, they would often talk about you and often make up lies about you. This went unnoticed to you, how toxic his friend group. Until one day, Mingi confronted you with all the things his friends have said about you. You argued back by saying how could he believe them instead of listening to what you have to say. THe night went on you two cursing at each other until it was inevitable to fix whatever you two had build together.

Wooyoung:

After being married to Wooyoung, you thought everything would fall into place. However, three months into the marriage, not one day did he initiate any itimacy with you. It was always the “good morningy/n” and “i’m going to work now”. He was never like that before when you two were dating, you wondered what caused him to be so cold towards you.

“When can we expect a grandchild?” Your mother in law asks.

“Having a child is too early. Y/N and I are still enjoying each other’s company, that’s what matters, mother.” Wooyoung smoothly answers for you. You felt small in the eyes of your in laws, unable to tell them the truth.

“Do you really think its too soon for us to have a child?” You ask as you cleaned the dishes once his parents left.

“Having a child is too much right now. My parents even want you to stop working.”

And that’s when your soft facade cracked. First, Wooyoung has been so cold towards you, second, his family belittled you earlier and now they want to take away the career you’ve worked hard to get. You couldn’t help but let out a dramatic, long sigh and ranted everything that you’ve been feeling.

“And do you think I have it nicely for me? That you think everything is going well for me? Maybe marrying you was a mistake.”

Jongho:

Jongho was never almost always home. He was always outside, impressing his bosses by taking them out to restaurants, treating them to lavish parties and women while you were left at home, having to take care of your eleventh month baby and worried sick if he’ll ever come home. As a good wife, you’ve made everything for him - cook his food, iron his home and work clothes, kept the side of this bed warm and always makes sure he still has hot water to use in the shower. But then, those things that you do for him tires you out now, and you no longer continue to do them for him.

When he complains how he comes home with no food and a cold shower to use, you kept yourself quiet and moved around like a ghost. Jongho walks up to you and takes a hold on the back of your head, motioning you to turn around to him.

“If I ask you something, you should respond. I’m your husband.” He spat, but you looked at him with hate and pushed yourself off his hold.

“Husband? You’re always and never home, if only your son could talk right now, he would always ask for you. It’s always me who runs around this house! And I got tired of waiting for you! You don’t how it feels, because you’re too busy kissing other people’s asses!”

Jongho’s pushes you away from him, maybe a little too agrressive when you landed on the floor with a loud thud. That night, Jongho slept on the couch, and you on the little bedding inside the baby room. Maybe a divorce doesn’t sound so bad after all.

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ateezinmymind · 3 years

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Midnight Avail

fallen angel(grigori)! Jongho x reader

smut

warning: dark themes, fem! reader, oral (both male and female receiving), slapping, choking, slight manhandling?, unprotected sex, breeding, corruption?, degrading, foul language, stalking?

for @barnesbabee ,, thank you for your request 🖤 I hope it’s ok sorry it took me a billion ga zillion years ... i’m a clown

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the sound of cracking thunder rumbled through the clouded city sky as you made your way home. you were hoping to get into the warmth of a building before it started to rain, so you briskly walked your ways.

past the closing shops, the working public leaving for the day, the streets filled with mindless souls. everything was the same. every day. coming home from work, right as the whole world gets off theirs and to their home. it seemed as if your life was on repeat

but today. it was different

today felt off, not only because it was a particularly bad day at work- having customers argue and such, but because of the weird eerie feeling. the feeling that is like something was right over your shoulder watching you, and that hides every time you turn your head to the side or even turn around.

the first time you felt it was right when you got off your break from work. switching the light off in the room you were leaving, something had unsettled you. it was like a strong force was trying to pull you away from the light of the day. and looking back felt so tempting to do yet at the same time scary, it had to just be a superstition you quipped. (right?)

instead- when you quickly left the dark room with the door shut behind, the dark presence in the form of a shadowy man now left alone…was even more intrigued

by the second time you were convinced someone was playing a trick on you. maybe a coworker, client- anyone. someone was following you- and they weren’t being very sneaky about it either. every time you’d walk, footsteps would be heard behind you- and every time you snap your head around it’d be gone. with just a looming aura- and when the fourth time came around of the steps, you began turning quick and trying to catch a glimpse at this seemingly pretentious being.. and finally you saw something

it would have seemed to be a black ankle boot just turning the corner- and when you bolted after it, there was nothing.

nothing but your beating heart and ultimate confusion

what was it about you that affected jongho so much? was it your human body, ready for his offspring? or was it because it was yet another soul to corrupt?

it wasn’t that you were all that innocent, no. but it was how you reacted to his schemes. yes. how your face showed pure uncertainty and a hint of fear when he started playing with you at last. jongho had been waiting to start getting your attention after a couple weeks now, and he wished he had started playing with you sooner. you were so cute to toy with… getting you all excited and then disappearing

it was like you had summoned him, so he could watch over you- and basically be the one to have a say in what you do.

jongho meant for you to see him a little as he turned the corner, it was all apart of his unfolding plan to finally get you.

to finally get you to break.

it was in his instincts to watch over human females- looking for the ones who were ready. the ones worth mating

and jongho would give them exactly that, but with a twist the poor humans didn’t know. he’d give them a child whom destroys their world subtly and would help him spread the eternal fire of punishment. creating havoc with the human race- eventually his heartfelt mission would be complete, and he could move on to watch over others. continuing to spread his work

did jongho ever feel bad about it? no. not really- he lived it to the fullest. he fell from the skies for a reason, and became this dark being for a soul purpose to search and invade. corrupting the poor world of loss.

really you weren’t anything different in regular terms he’d say. yet something inside jongho told him differently- told him that you were the one that he needed. his own little play thing

watching you cross the sidewalk, down towards the alleyway before your apartment- jongho thought it’d be another good time to come at you.

maybe you heard him, or maybe he meant to be out in the open- but when you sped up your steps, jongho grew an unexpected wide smile across his face.

you were fun

sliding yourself into the section between buildings, dark and cold- you felt like prey.. but not even sure if something was really chasing after you. it was all so unsettling to the point where you made it into your apartment and immediately locked yourself in the bathroom.

you didn’t want to believe what your racing mind was thinking and worrying about- so you only focused on the sounds coming from yourself and the ticking of the clock. your ragged breathing soothing, the clicks of the turning time just outside the room weren’t so intrusive any longer. you didn’t even realize how long it took for you to calm down.

the night seemed to fall back into its usual pace, where you now start your shower and rinse the day away.

but how you seemed to try and forget the little games jongho had been playing on you- he couldn’t help but start to grow a little upset.

were you really that stupid to think it was just your imagination? that your mind was causing the thrill and panic to rise in you?

so all he did and really could do was watch. just a little longer at least. as long as you took in the steamy water, he would wait. and you wouldn’t have a say.

you were going to be his by morning

hand holding your towel in place just above your breasts, droplets of water falling off your body- jongho licked his lips at the sight. how your wet skin looked so plump and flush from your warm shower, and oh how he wanted to take it.

but you were oblivious. thoughtlessly looking through your drawers for undergarments. too distracted to even turn around and become face to face with the dark looming man in the corner of the room watching your every move.

jongho thought you were interesting, having no idea. you were really thinking you’d be needing panties for tonight?

and when you remembered to grab lotion, quickly strutting back into the bathroom- jongho thought that when you came back you’d definitely notice him. but he was wrong, you had come back sure enough. but instead of catching eyes with him, you dropped your towel in front of his peeking eyes and rubbed the moisturizing cream on your delicate legs and up all over your body.

the whole sight of it, jongho felt his lust buzz with need- his black pants tightening with every swelling twitch of his cock. his eyes never left your body, until your rubbing hands over your chest stopped suddenly

jongho looked up and saw the beautiful horror on your face.

and he remembered.. how this was his favorite part- when the screams came.

bloody screeching erupted from your throat as you took in sight the black dressed man in your room. wearing the most evil and sinister smile across his face.

so much panic and shock- your naked flesh, exposed to this strange creep, the heat of your hot shower water now coming back ten times as strong. the blazing wave rushing through your body- your vision blurs and the next thing you know is the black tunnel closing your sight.

left in darkness, crying for help

and when you woke, your room that was once brightly radiated with your lamps- was now dimly lit with candles. the air warm yet gusty, and just the faintest sound of breathing. whether it was coming from you or something else, you hadn’t a clue.

jongho watched you from the door frame, your body sitting in your vanity chair turned away from its mirror. you were stunning, and he couldn’t wait to impregnate you- especially when he’d have you begging for it. like his many times before- staring at you, his cock erect and alive, being palmed through his pants- jongho was now ready to mate.

he had already seduced you, but like a game it had no effect when you couldn’t see his face.

you were clueless though, thinking he was just a man that had been lurking for you. but leaning forward in the chair stressed and bringing your hand to cup your face, the clacking of shoes peaked your hearing. so whipping your head up to see its cause, you no longer saw the old horrific dark mattered man, but the resemblance of a king.

no longer was fear rushing through your veins, or nervousness tearing away your insides. you recognized this deathly handsome face. but from what?

where did he-

“i’ve been watching you~” jongho voice traveled lowly, “i couldn’t help myself when you are just so dashing”

his choice of words sent an unexpected blush to fill your cheeks, maybe it was also from the difference in apparel between the two of you. bare nude to a fully clothed

then all of the sudden, you remembered where you met his face before- about a week ago in the club.

you spent the night trying to forget about your sad self, drinking and drinking, dancing to the beat. grinding up on bodies, and almost getting what you’ve been wanting to have again- sex. you didn’t have a care that night, you’ve been waiting too long and with the men you’d been rubbing- any of them could take you

the guy you wanted it from that night, was now here in your room staring at your naked body a week later. the memories of the past events coming back to you-

what had he said his name was, “jongho?” you ask breathily

your hands bringing themselves up to cover your breasts immediately get stopped by him with a sharp, “don’t”

his tone lowered even more, and sounded a bit more forceful, “do not cover yourself from me.”

looking into his eyes, the darkness consuming you and erupting a feeling of lust to once again enter your needy and craved body.

was he finally going to give you what you wanted? he had left you hanging that night in the club bathroom, wet and horny. which angered you to the thought and had you run your mouth, “you! you left!”

hearing him scoff, no longer did embarrassment consume your emotions and actions- standing up strong and carefree of what you were (weren’t) wearing, pointing a finger at jongho’s chest- you poke him back.

“what the fuck are you doing here, when you obviously didn’t want me before?!”

your continuous yapping in his face was annoying and he couldn’t have it any more. so he stopped you, by slapping you across the face.

how ungrateful of you. not even giving him a chance to talk and tell you how things were going to go down. and when you shrieked out with surprise and little pain, gasping out in shock from his outburst. all jongho could do was smirk.

good girl

“shut up” he barks out, giving a harsh push to your shoulders, making you topple back onto your bed and scramble back to the headboard. “you have no idea what you’ve got yourself into little bitch”

his fierce face and venom spat words as terrifying as it was- made something inside you churn for the better, and your nether regions to spark awake. and jongho must’ve noticed the way your thighs slightly pressed together, your intentions to get friction- but ending up covering your heat from his watch.

to jongho that just earned you another slap- this time to your thighs. your yelp sent him in a frenzy as he hurriedly crawled himself closer to you on the bed. eyes boring into the glistening wetness of your pussy folds, jongho’s hands holding your thighs apart.

“stay.” his demand, strong yet pleading, made you comply.

the longer he looked, examining and hungering over your cunt- made your arousal pool even more. it was embarrassing. the man who left you at the shitty club, because he supposedly needed to go somewhere- now lusting over the view of your intimate parts. why was it you wanted him so badly? something about him held so much power, and it made an involuntary whine to slip past your mouth.

jongho’s gaze darted immediately to yours, his tongue coming out to wet his lips, your eyes wide and mouth open. breath becoming labored. you couldn’t take it anymore.

“p-please..”

his gripping hands sliding off your thighs, and coming to comb back his black and sleek hair, jongho lets out a low chuckle from your dazed expression, “please what?”

gulping down your last bit of insanity, you move yourself forward and sit down on your knees in front of his body. “do something.. anything!”

already you were getting closer and closer to becoming a total slut over him, and jongho knew it. getting himself back standing on the floor, he rids himself of his black blazer then his black shirt- all while looking right into your orbs. the little noise you made when his upper half clothes fell to the floor, made jongho groan out. your sounds sending his dick into pulsing fit, he needed to release- jongho’s member was uncomfortable and rock hard.

your kneeling frame, hands on your bare thighs as you watched him with such curiosity and interest, made him want to have his time with you.

reaching out and grabbing the back of your neck, a little hitch of your breath coming out as jongho forced you down. now laying on your stomach, groans from seeing you closer to his tented pants, he fisted your hair and pulled your head up off the mattress, “get on your back”

flipping yourself onto your backside, jongho grabbed your arms and jerked you to the edge of the bed. your panting and flushed cheeks deserved another slap to your face for being too beautiful and obedient.

and because you weren’t stopping him, jongho knew you could handle it. your face upside down, mouth just under his confined dick- that when he unzipped his pants and slid them off, along with his boots and boxers. jongho’s dick sprung free and stood tall, leaking with pre cum- so much that some of it dripped off his tip and onto your red cheek as he gave it a pump with his hand.

“be a good slut and suck my cock-“ his sentence shot excitement throughout your body, for you’ve never been called such vulgar thing before.

“s-slut?” you breath out in question

and as your lips part for your panting, jongho angles his member down and into your wet hot mouth.

the rushed feeling from your tongue quickly making use and running along his shaft, jongho throws his head back with a low grunt. and soon you follow with a muffled moan, tasting his essence and squeezing your thighs together.

“ngh~ yes” jongho growls out, bringing his hands to each side of your face and thrusting into your mouth. feeling and hearing you gag and choke around his length- the tightness of your throat and your legs shifting, all made his orgasm steadily build up.

hips continuously working into your slippery throat, convulsing tightly, each cry of yours vibrating his pulsing cock- jongho had to pull out

member covered in your spit, you gasp for much needed air, and watch as jongho rubs himself over your face. wiping your saliva on your cheeks and chin- until he thinks you’ve had a long enough breathing break, slipping himself back into your mouth

this round wasting no time in fucking deep between your lips harshly. with the moans and quickness of his movements. your muffled cries and sounds of your gagging- shoving his twitching fat cock fully in you, he explodes his cum right down your greedy throat. the feeling of his secretion spurting out in ribbons down your cavern, needing air and with such an unfamiliar sensation, you do your best at swallowing around his pumping dick.

when he finishes, pulling out of you with a satisfied sigh, member bumping against your cheek- still covered in drool and his own cum. you spit out the rest of his seed that didn’t make it down. the white mixed cream spilled from the corners of your lips while you coughed for air. with no thought in mind- you didn’t know how much of this was turning you on. your thighs rubbing together and creating a bigger sticky mess between them.

“such an ungrateful bitch- swallow it” is all he says as his already used cock twitches alive again and bumps your nose. seeing how much you were struggling riled the demon in jongho all up again.

but it set fire to something inside him when you decided to spit what you couldn’t handle out. he gave you his seed, and expected you to take it willingly.

instead, you made the decision for his next outcomes to be heightened and harsher.

now he had decided to switch the position up for better and effective insertion.

with you flipped onto your stomach and placed legs spread, ass lifted slightly- he bent down to look at what he was going to destroy.

face to face with your cunt, the way your clit throbbed and pussy clenched around nothing, spilling the slick arousal out by the second. you smelled delicious, you looked delicious- and jongho was going to take it.

spanking your ass, causing your hips to jerk down both from the pain and in need of friction- you give out a pathetic whimper.

“j-jong- ah!!” plea getting interrupted with an eruptive lewd moan that echoes through your room as jongho latches onto your swollen clit.

sucking on it roughly and lapping at your slickened entrance- your neck falls limp and your head drops into the beds mattress.

the quick movements of his tongue, flicking and pressing on your sensitive heat- jongho slapping your thigh then bringing both hands to cup your ass to help grind yourself along his face and mouth, gave you the most blissful sensation you’ve felt. indicating the quickest orgasm to form within you

“mmm- fuck!!” with jongho sending groans into your sex, the vibrations break the tight knot of your peak.

and with a light bite to your clit and a harsh grab of your ass, you come undone. releasing all over his face with a shrieking cry. thighs shaking, hips jerking and pussy spasming- slick covering his chin, jongho does everything he can to lick up every flowing fluid coming from your cunt.

you were absolutely irresistible

“now are you gonna fucking behave and take my cock in your pussy? or are you going to be the little bitch you’ve been?” jongho asks while pulling off of your sensitive bud, positioning his erection against your ass- and giving it a slap.

“you couldn’t even handle having all my cum go down your throat- you are nothing but a fucking-“

“stop!” you plead out, extinguishing his destructive sentence

“excuse me?”

“please stop wasting time!” you cry out, raising your hips

what a perfect little thing you were- finally. he’d got you where he wanted, pleading for his dick like a good girl.

so giving another harsh spank to your ass, erupting a small scream out of your lungs and a red bright mark to bestow on your flesh- jongho slid himself into the warmth of your cunt.

the two of you moaning in unison. filling you up beautifully, you felt every running vein along his dick, how it curved perfectly in you- prodding it’s way to your sweet spot.

jongho relentlessly pounded into your heat until he thought you needed more.

grabbing your throat and pulling your head back for stability, your raspy moans and clenching made the movements even more blissful. the struggle for air adding into the pleasure, his nails digging into the skin of your neck- eyes rolling back in ecstasy

sheathing himself in and out of your tight velvety hole, jongho grew feverish for all of you. and the monster inside him came out, letting go of your brawling trachea- jongho took ahold of each of your arms, just around your biceps, and pulled your upper half up off the bed so you became flush against his sculpted chest. his hands going in opposite ways- as one went to grope your breast, the other went to play with your clit. both stimulations adding to the euphoric force of your pussy being used, all caused you to begin choking out erotic moans in the crook of his neck.

moving his hands expertly, pinching and rubbing- ramming his cock up making slapping sounds into your cunt, jongho began to tighten his hold and rut up uncontrollably.

his dick twitching inside you, feeling so good your voice whined out “give me your load, i want it all!”

it was from the way you desperately asked, and how you shook above him, sucking his member in tight, crying out and letting him touch and play with you wherever- that caused the second wave of utter satisfaction to wash upon you and jongho.

and this time- you took every last drop of his cum, dick pumping it all in your tight heat. your spasming walls from your hit climax milking him empty. the two of you now one.

finally you were his. and with taking him so well- earned you a place of position… you were different. and because now- jongho decided you were going to be his to keep and take care of~

“my dirty little angel”

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atinydise · 3 years

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Ateez arguing with their s/o in a middle of a make out session (part 2)

❦ Genre: Fluff & Suggestive.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 3K.

❦ Requested: Heck yes lol, thank you! 🦋

❦ A/N Note: ⚠️Since I took again an eternity to post it, I advice to read the first part again (or for the first time)! Thank you for liking the 1st one tho! hehe

HONGJOONG

Jongho called the leader once again, even waved in front of his face but still nothing. "Is he ignoring me?" He asked San. His friends shrugged. "He's lost in his thoughts. And he's probably really far away from here." "HYUNG!" Yelled Jongho in the leader's ear. His brain finally reconnected to the reality. "The hell-" "It's been 2 minutes since I'm trying to get your attention." Said Jongho, a bit pissed. "What's going on?" He grabbed his phone, hoping to see any notification. "We need to go back practicing." "Ah.... then I'll join in 2 minutes. I need to call someone." He said, leaving the room. "What on the earth is going on with him?" Whispered San. "No idea." Replied the maknae. Hongjoong went to the restroom, the most far away from the practice room, just to be sure that nobody will bother him. "Okay, please babe pick up." He begged quietly plugging his Air Pods on. [“Hello, it’s the girl who always chosen after her boyfriend’s career. What can I do for you?”] At least you didn’t lose your humor sense.

[“Babe I’m sorry.”] Apologized Hongjoong. [“You are sorry for what exactly?”] [“For ruining the intimate moment, we were about to share.”] [“And?”] Hongjoong rolled his eyes. Good thing for him you weren’t able to see it. [“And to always let my career pass before you.”] [“And?”] You repeated. Your boyfriend was confused for a second. He ignored for what he needed to apologize. [“And... and...”] he stuttered. [“I don’t know.”] He heard a long and heavy growl coming from your side. [“Well. I guess it’s already more than fine.”] You claimed. [“What do you wanted me to say?”] He asked curiously. [“I don’t know... maybe something like ‘to apologize, I’m coming right now and for sure tomorrow you won’t be able to walk’.”] You said, imitating his voice. [“Are you on your period?”] Asked Hongjoong. He knew you so well that he immediately understands when you dirty talked to him, without even a simple stutter. You let a quick silence settle before finally say: [“Yeah.”] [“Then let’s wait a little bit longer then.”] He sneered. [“Coward.”] You replied. [“Love you too.”] [“Me too.”] [“So, we are good?”] He asked. [“Give me at least a hug and we will be good.”] You replied. [“See you tonight then.”] He smiled.

SEONGHWA

[“Hello! You are on Y/N’s voicemail I’m not av-”] Seonghwa growled and let his phone fall on the couch. “She’s not answering I guess.” Claimed Mingi. “No.” Seonghwa rolled his eyes. “She’s ghosting me since... 2 days now.” “Did you try to meet her at school?” “Yeah. I’ve waited 3 hours there. To finally remember that she’s on spring break.” “And at her apartment?” Asked Mingi. “Of course, Sherlock. But nothing.” Sighed Seonghwa. “It’s like she disappeared.” Mingi raised a brow. “She’s probably doing her own life.” The eldest member was suddenly hit by the reality. “Mingi you are a genius!” “Yeah, I know but why?” “We are Thursday!” Claimed Seonghwa, putting his shoes on. “Yeah and?” “Y/N is doing her laundry every Thursday evening! She might be there.” Seonghwa left the dorm so quickly that Mingi was still processing what just happened. “The beck is wrong with him...” Your boyfriend ran to the laundry shop which you are used to go. He prayed the whole way, that you would be sitting there, reading a book or watching a ton of TikTok while your clothes were washing. His heart missed a beat when he spotted you there. As fast as possible, he opened the door. “Babe!” “Hwa?” You raised a brow. “You came here to tell me how to wash my stuff?” Seonghwa ignored your question and turned around. He saw a cute grandma tidying her clothes. “Excuse me ma’am. But I will need you to leave quickly because I’m about to take my girlfriend, right here and right now.” “Seonghwa!” You yelled, outrageously. “Oh, it’s okay darling. I was young too.” Giggled the old lady. You grabbed your boyfriend by the wrist and guided him outside. “What the hell is wrong with you?” You asked, mad. “I want to apologize!” “Do you think it’s the right way to do it?” “I want to prove you that nothing can bother me to have sex with you now. Not a stain and not even an old grandma.” “And the CCTV?” You pointed at the camera fixed where you were standing 2 minutes ago. “I don’t mind having public.” He smirked. “You are unbelievable.” You sneered. “Does it mean you are forgiving me?” “Maybe.” You replied cockily while entering back inside. “Grr. I love when you play hard-to-get.” “What the hell happened to you Park Seonghwa.” You laughed happily.

YUNHO

Yunho was tormented. It was 3AM and he didn’t close his eyes for a second. He was staring at the white ceiling, trying to know how to resolve this situation. You didn’t talk to him after the little incident. Yunho understood why you were mad. He didn’t tell you the truth and the real reason behind his shyness. He glanced at you. The sheet was barely covering your back. He was about to put it right, but the little voice in his head claimed that it was a bad idea. So, he stared at the big spec between both of you. For sure, you could put a third person in the middle. Yunho sighed. What could you to be less mad? The reason of why he decided to stop earlier was because of the stress, not because you weren’t attractive enough. It was the opposite actually. He truly believes that you will think that is too dumb. Just because he’s scared of doing something wrong. Or worse hurting you. But more he was thinking, more it started to be overwhelming for him. “Y/N.” He whispered. “Hm?” You muttered sleepily. “Y/N.” “What? It’s 3AM.” You grunted, still not facing him. “I’m sorry for what happened this evening. I was terrified. I don’t want to do anything wrong with you.” He continued. “I really find you attractive. Even too much sometimes but... I want to have sex with you of course.” You couldn’t help but to smile secretly. His words were well chosen. All the insecurities you had earlier were vanished. Yunho stayed quiet for few seconds, waiting for you to say something, but instead you handed your hand, still facing the wall. He understood that it was an invitation to cuddle. “So, we are good now?” He asked, positioning behind you. “Yeah.” You replied, rubbing his hand which was resting on your stomach. “Cool.” He whispered, finally relaxing. “Thank you for telling me.” You said. “So... do you want to try it right now?” He shyly asked. “I’m tired Yunho.” You declined. “Sure. Okay. No problem.” He replied. “But can we change our position because you are waking up the ‘beast’?” You laughed when you felt his boner pocking on your butt. “Told you... you were too much attractive sometimes.” He giggled, blushing a bit.

YEOSANG

A new notification. But not coming from you. Yeosang was waiting for you to send a message like you usually do in the morning. But the next day after your little and stupid argument, you were remaining silent. “She should have sent a message already. It’s 10AM.” Said Yeosang, frustrated. “Just let her breath.” Sighed Jongho, playing PlayStation on the upper bed. “I didn’t send a text to her yet. She should be the one apologizing.” “Why?” “We are 2 making love. So? She can buy condoms for me too!” “You right.” Started Jongho. “But you should always have a pack or at least one, on you.” “On which side are you?” Growled Yeosang. “None. Your intimacy isn’t my business. But I just admitted that both of you are wrong.” Declared the maknae. “Since when are you so mature?” Sighed his friend. “I need someone who can tell that I’m right.” Jongho stayed quiet. He would never say something like this when knew he was 100% right. “And she would never buy one because she would be ashamed of it.” Added Yeosang. “The cashier doesn’t care. You are not the only one in the earth to buy one.” Replied Jongho. “We are going to see if you have the same speech when you’ll buy for yourself.” “I do already.” “W-wait what?” Just when Yeosang was getting curious, you entered the room like a storm. “Kang Yeosang!” You threw the plastic bag on him. “What th- ouch!” “Jongho, I will ask you to leave the room for an hour. Or 2.” You removed your jacket. Yeosang opened the bag and threw everything on the bed. His eyes widened when he saw a dozen condoms’ pack. “The hell Y/N-” “I bought exactly 12 packs to show that you don’t need to be ashamed about it and that no one cares.” Jongho exited the room completely flustered, but with a bigger esteem for you. “Okay now remove your pants.” You ordered, pulling out your hoodie. “Like? Right now? Not even a make out-” “It’s been 10 hours that I’m waiting.” “O-Okay.” Yeosang was a bit taken a back, but it was fast forgotten when you unclasped your bra.

SAN

You rolled on your bed once again. You were so frustrated and mad at San. The vein on your forehead couldn't stop popping out every time you remembered him picking up his phone. Angrily, you covered your entire face with a pillow. Desperately, you tried to erase of these thoughts. Just when you were finally finding some peace, the fire alarm resonated in your apartment. You jumped out of your bed and went straight to the kitchen. Instead of seeing a big fire, you saw San opening the window as wide as he could. "What is going on?!" You claimed, grabbing a chair. San was panicked as you, or even more. He was trying to push the smoke out of the room while wondering what you were doing. On your tippytoe, you pushed the button to stop this annoying and loud noise. "Thanks God." Sighed San, relieved. "The heck you are trying to do. Burn my apartment?" You turned off the stove. "I wanted to prepare a royal breakfast for you." He pouted, disappointed that his surprise failed. You looked around you, now that the smoke was slowly disappearing, you could see the entire mess in the kitchen. Flour was spread on every parcel of the counter, one or two eggs were smashed on the floor, milk was spilled on cupboard and an incredible number of dishes were stacked in the sink. "Yeah, that's the first time I make pancakes by myself." He scratched his head. "Choi San..." "I want to apologize for yesterday! But I wanted to do it right!" "Oh nice. So, you said 'to apologize to Y/N because I've completely ghosted her to talk with my teammate that I can see every day, I'll burn her apartment'?" "Babe! I'm really sorry." He apologized once again. "I will do everything you want for a week." "Everything?" You raised a brow, curious. "Yeah." "Okay, then start by cleaning your mess." You pointed at the counter. "After that let's clean the entire apartment." "Sure." He nodded. "After that... we will eat at our favorite restaurant. And you are going to pay." "Wow. Sex must be really important for you." Declared San, when the list didn't stop. "Never stop a horny woman." You warned him.

MINGI

["I'm parked in front of your building. Let's talk really quick."] You read this text message at least 10 times to be sure you understood well. It's been 2 days since the practice room accident. You only exchanged few messages but nothing more. You didn't mind giving him a proper answer. You just put your hoodie back on, and of course by "your" it means "his", and left the dorm, without warning your roommates. But honestly, by the way you went out, dressed like this, they could only assume that you were about to meet Mingi. Just when you got out of the building, you spotted your boyfriend's car, as he said, right in front of the door. You hesitated a second, but finally hoped in. "You should have wear something warmer. It's cold outside." He said instantly, when he saw your bare legs. "Good evening to you too Mingi." You greeted him sarcastically. "Do you drove here, just to scold me about my outfit?" "No, of course no." He whispered, looking right at the street in front of him. Since, a big and awkward silence settled. None of you wanted to say something, too afraid to tell something risky and lead one of you to be mad. It felt like walking on a really straight and thin line. You played nervously with the hem of the hoodie, which was barely covering your legs, you noticed. That's probably why he scolded you. For your own good. As always. "I'm sorry." You both apologized at the same time. You glanced at each other, surprised and giggled cutely. "I'm sorry." Insisted Mingi, grabbing your hand. "Me too." You smiled to him. "Sorry for almost crushing you with my weight." He added. "You did." "And sorry for almost make you bald." "You did it too." Mingi pinched your leg gently, happy to see that you were still bratty sometimes. "Ooookay! I'm kidding! I'm sorry for what I've said too. That's wasn't really nice." "Yeah, it wasn't." "Song Mingi-" "Soo..." you didn't have enough time to say anything that he started the car. "Where are we going?" You asked enthusiastically, putting your seatbelt. "Just want to bring you somewhere. So, we can talk about these 2 terrible days." "Oh, I thought you wanted to go in a Love Hotel." You joked. "That's the plan too." "I-"

WOOYOUNG

2 weeks since your argument but 4 weeks since you shared an intimate moment. You needed to admit that even a flick on your forehead would turn you on. You were so needy. But no way Wooyoung could know it. You tried your best to stay far away from him when sleeping, so you wouldn't end by griding your butt on him, desperately. Usually, Wooyoung was really touchy, and he would initiate a make out session the first one, but surprisingly, he only exchanged a peck or a hug from time to time. You spotted him covering his manhood, with a blanket sometimes. He would always pretext that he is cold. But you are not dumb. He takes shower way much longer than usual tooo. On his side, Wooyoung was really struggling to not give up the first one. He was barely looking at you. He knew that with only one shorty or croc-top, it was over for him. In conclusion, you were 2 idiots trying to suppress their arousal for each other, just because of an argument. "Do you want to watch a movie?" Offered Wooyoung. "Sure, and I know how much you like movies." You smirked. Your boyfriend rolled his eyes and ignored your comment. Instead of insisting on the subject again, he played the first movie that appeared. It was a really nice and chill one until the main actress discovered the wild side of college. It started by a scene and then other one. Followed by 3 more. Inside Wooyoung was hoping that you wouldn't notice the form on his sweatpants. "What a movie huh." He laughed nervously. "Yeah." You nodded. "They are really getting it huh." "They are really liking these scenes." "They are really well made." He replied dumbly. "Maybe that's what they want." "Of course, everyone wants that." "Yeah. Everyone." You repeated. "Everyone." "You exchanged a quick glance. Wooyoung was finally the first one to give up. "Do you-" "Heck yes!" You replied. "You should have told me!" "No, I was too mad at you!" "Do you really want to argue again? Right now?" He asked. "No." "Okay then go because I'm going to explode!"

JONGHO

"I still don't understand how you ended here, right in front of my college." You raised a brow at Seonghwa and Yeosang. "We were just having a cool walk and unconsciously ended here." Replied Seonghwa, the most natural possible. "The campus is 30 minutes away from KQ Quarter. And 30 minutes with a car." "We had a pretty long walk, okay?" Replied Yeosang, nervously and almost aggressively. "Okay okay... relax dude." You rolled your eyes. "You should come with us a bit." Started Seonghwa. "There's a park next to the campus. Let's talk there few minutes." Added Yeosang. "You guys... are acting really strangely." You claimed. Without asking your authorization, they each picked your arm and brought you to the park. You could fight or ask them to leave you alone, they wouldn't. Seonghwa almost needed oo ask people to not all the police. "What the heck guys? I really need to study and-" You stopped right when you saw your boyfriend sitting peacefully in front of you. A big blanket and a bunch of food were cautiously set on the grass. "Hi babe." Smiled Jongho. "What is this?" You asked. "You prepared all of this?" "Yeah." He scratched his head. "I hope you like it." "And we helped." Whispered Yeosang. "Are you doing this because you said your coach's name when we were making out." "You what?" Almost chocked Yeosang. "Eeew, this is disgusting!" Added Seonghwa. "It was an accident!" He rolled his eyes. "An accident." You crossed your arms on your chest. "I'm really sorry baby. I swear it was only because I've worked with her few hours ago." Explained Jongho. "Anyway, it's not like she's sexy. She's 60 years old and so strict and rude." Said Seonghwa. "She is sexy." Said Yeosang. All of you stared at him. "I'm joking. Relax." He sighed. "Y'all ready need to chill sometimes..." "So do you want to spend an afternoon with me?" Asked the maknae. "Of course." You accepted happily. "Cool! Then sit here." He pointed at the comfy place settled between pillows. "Thank you, Mark." "Mark?" "I'm kidding!" You giggled. "1 point for me now." "Unbelievable." Smiled Jongho.

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yan-purgatory · 3 years

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yandere! ateez: you’re talking to another man

request: Yandere mafia ateez reaction to seeing you with another man and being too touchy with them?

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warning: contains graphic content. reader discretion is advised.

Hongjoong:

(Y/N) was sighing and swirling the remnants of red wine in their glass, enjoying their peace and quiet that came with the rare moment of solitude, when they felt someone slide beside them in the booth.

“You shouldn’t be in here. This is for VIPs only.” They warned the person quietly, worried of the consequences that could come with what this man was attempting.

“I’m so out of your league I can’t even buy you a drink?” The man pressed, slinging a hand around (Y/N)’s neck and trying to catch the eye of a waitress.

“This is for your sake. Please get out of here, before he sees anything.” The man scoffed at their warning, the alcohol in his system trumping all fear.

His pride wasn’t to last long, as a hand snagged his collar and threw him to the ground before a foot pressed into his chest and several guns were held to his face.

“I need to have a talk to Mr Choi. Clearly he’s incomopetent at keeping my possessions safe.” The man of the hour, Hongjoong, seated himself next to (Y/N) who felt a shiver of fear run down their spine upon his arrival.

He pressed a kiss to (Y/N)’s head before turning his attention back to the offender.

“Get rid of him. But do it out of our sight. I don’t want him near my (Y/N) for another second, understood?”

Seonghwa:

“Oh, I should get going.” (Y/N) had guts of steel, to say the least. To have an affair, behind the back of an obsessive mafia leader no less and with one of his men.

“You can’t stay any longer?” Hoseok’s arms hooked around (Y/N)’s waist, pulling them back down onto the bed as they struggled to get dressed.

“Please. I can’t risk anythi-” There was a pounding of footsteps outside the door, before a strong force knocked into it and a group of men burst in.

(Y/N) heart fell to their stomach seeing the guns pointed towards Hoseok before their attention was stolen by Seonghwa striding into the room.

“You’ve wounded me, my darling. No worries, we’ll fix this.” He pressed their face into his chest before raising his hand, silently giving the order. (Y/N) let out a scream of fear as they headr the gunshots and cry of pain.

“You don’t think I love you enough, right? That’s why you did this?” Seonghwa whispered into their ear. “Let me prove you wrong, darling.”

Yunho:

“Do you understand what you’ve done?” Tears were in (Y/N)’s eyes as the bandage applied to their finger was removed, letting the papercut bleed again. “You don’t talk to anyone else, no matter what.”

“But it was hurting, and you said that you trust Mingi-”

“You always come to me first.” Yunho interrupted them. “You know I don’t like it when you talk to other men, and I don’t care who it is.”

His grip was tightening, causing (Y/N) to wince at the pressure. Yunho ignored their pain, too red with anger. In fact, he pulled out his pocket knife with a grimace and held it up to their arm.

(Y/N) tried to struggle, but his grip was cast iron.

“You’re gonna be more hurt than before, baby. And I’ll be the one to pick up the pieces, okay?”

Yeosang:

Yeosang was waiting for them outside the lecture theatre, as always. Tapping his foot, his patience clearly having been worn thin.

It was when the clock hit quarter past four that (Y/N) finally emerged with their notes tucked under their arm.

“What took you so long?” He asked, his tone endearing but with a sharp edge.

“I’m sorry, I really need some guidance on this topic and professor Park is the expert on the topic.” (Y/N) sighed, taking his hand in their own. Yeosang didn’t smile as he usually did when (Y/N) initiated contact. His mind was plagued with the jealousy rising up - this was the third time this week they’d been late because they needed to talk with their professor.

“You seem to be struggling with this course, my love. Maybe you should drop out?” (Y/N) visibly tensed up.

“I-I-I don’t think that’s necessary-”

“You know that I’ll take care of you. Why do you need a job, when you have me?”

(Y/N) looked hesitant, but seeing the intense look in Yeosang’s eyes they knew he was not in the mood to argue, and slowly they nodded.

It was a very thankful situation that (Y/N) accepted his suggestion. His other solution to his jealousy would be much more savoury.

San:

An array of pictures were splayed out on San’s desk. Each one showing (Y/N) heinous crime of communicating with their cousin.

“You know I don’t like sharing, baby. I thought I told you not to do this.” He growled.

“I’m sorry.” San smiled, pulling them down to sit on his lap.

“I can forgive you, baby. Here.” He pressed a lighter into (Y/N)’s hand whilst pushing all the photos into his wastebin. His message was clear enough for them.

They flicked the lighter to life and held it to the photographs, watching as the film warped and crumpled.

San’s grin only grew as he peppered kisses over (Y/N)’s neck.

“That’s it, baby. And you know what will happen if I see this happen again?” They nodded, fingers still gripping the lighter so tightly that the plastic was starting to crack.

“I’ll slaughter him like a pig. I’ll set him alight and you’ll have to watch him burn to death. And it’ll be all your fault. So you won’t talk to him anymore, right?

Mingi:

There was silence in the small cafe, as everyone took in the scene. The barista, a bullet lodged in his head and blood leaking out from the wound. And Mingi, standing over the poor man with the smoking pistol still in his hand.

“Do you have their order?” His attention was diverted to the other barista, who had a coffee cup clutched in her hands that were trembling so badly the liquid was starting to spill onto her hands.

“Y-y-yes sir.” She placed it down into front of the shell-shocked (Y/N). They’d known that Mingi has savoury reactions to them talking to other men, but this was a whole other level.

“Good. We’re leaving.” Mingi snatched (Y/N)’s hand up in a huff. “I hope this coffee was worth more than that vermin’s life to you.”

He turned to address the rest of the witnesses.

“If anyone squeals, you’ll be next.”

Wooyoung:

“A beautiful angel like yourself shouldn’t be all alone in such a scary place.” A deep voice shocked (Y/N) out of their daze. Wooyoung had gone off to speak with one of his partners in private, unintentionally leaving (Y/N) all alone.

“Oh! I’m with Jung Woo Young.”

The stranger frowned, stepping closer and taking ahold of their face to admire it.

“And how did he secure such a treasure?”

“I’d appreciate it if you stepped away from my spouse, Mr Kim.” Wooyoung had returned and instantly attached himself to (Y/N)’s side. “Unless you want to be dragged away, that is.”

His eyes flickered to (Y/N).

“I’m sorry I was gone for so long, but I was thinking about you for every second of it.”

Wooyoung pressed his lips to (Y/N)’s hungrily, his gaze sliding over to stare down the other man triumphantly as he deepened it.

As soon as he broke away, he moved to whisper in (Y/N)’s ear.

“I’m not leaving your side again for even a second, baby. No one else can claim what is mine, right?”

Jongho:

(Y/N) rarely got to see family, not with Jongho breathing down their neck nearly every day of the week. Luckily, he was occupied for the day and (Y/N) had seemingly escaped the watchful gaze of his right hand man, enabling them to visit their brother for the first time in months.

All they did was take a walk in the nearby park, chatting about how life was going although (Y/N) tactfully chose to leave Jongho out of all conversations. Finally they gave their brother a hug as they said goodbye, the first time they’d done that with a man who wasn’t Jongho for goodness knows how long.

They decided to take a detour before returning home, hoping that if they had been caught sneaking out by Jongho they would have a valid excuse of buying some chocolate. But it wasn’t enough.

(Y/N) returned home, only to find the door unlocked. They let out a breath, rehearsing their lines in their head. ‘I just wanted a snack, I’m sorry.’

They found him in the kitchen. Stood above the brother they’d seen only an hour ago, tied to a chair and missing a few of his fingers.

“You thought you could pull the wool over my eyes?” Jongho growled. “You know damn well what happens to anyone who touches you without my permission.”

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haechanniesunflowers · 3 years

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y/n slaps yandere!Ateez during an argument

Warnings: this kind of behaviour is sick and you shouldn't take inspiration from it. I do not support it, none of us support it or should support it. It is wrong in every way.

Mentions of blood, rage, extreme violence, gore, brutality

Requested by @btsxgx

Hongjoong

He has one rule you must remember all the time, you are not allowed to touch him without his permission, he hates being touched

You want to hold his hand? Ask him. You want to wake him up from a nap? Call his name. But you do not touch him without his permission or else he will punish you and he's a masochistic psycho so you better keep your hands to yourself

Today was a bad day for him and he was taking it out on you. He was humiliating you for no good reason even though you were on your best behaviour for him. His words were getting unbearable and then you snapped and argued back

He was stunned because you never raise your voice at him so he got physical and started pushing you harshly

In an attempt to stop him your palm landed across his jaw and suddenly everything was quite, all you could hear was your heart thumping because you had just touched him

He grabbed you by your neck and shoved you to the ground on your back and stepped on you with one foot on your ribcage

He was putting too much pressure

Hongjoong made you look at him and "you want to hurt me? That's why you hit me? Your weak hands won't do it, let me do it for you" and he started hitting his face

You tried stopping him and apologized but he wasn't having it

You had touched him and now this was your punishment, he'd hurt himself and blame it on you

Seonghwa

He's a possessive yandere so don't even think about meeting your friends

But you still kinda wanted to meet your friends so you did that, without him knowing because he was busy at work

y/n's luck really ran out today huh? Because you just came back home after having the time of your life catching up with friends and umm... is that Seonghwa in the kitchen? yes honey and I'm so sorry

"you're home early" you started the conversation and back hugged him

"yeah my students finished with their vocal lessons early so I decided to come home to spend some time with you but I guess you were out whoring around with those pathetic sluts you call friends" he said in a sweet voice but you were taken aback by his words

You let him go and tried distancing yourself from him but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to his chest and kissed you

You resisted and accidentally hit his face and you could feel him staring to breathe heavily

He stopped kissing you and pushed you towards the counter and grabbed your hand and smashed it on it several times

You were screaming your head off so he chocked you with his other hand

By the time he was done, your hand was purple, yellow and blue and two of your fingers were bent the other way, the joints completely broken. You felt dizzy and threw up

"oh no sweetheart are you okay? you should go sit on the couch I'll make some soup for you maybe you'll feel better" he cooed as if he didn't just violently break your hand

You screamed and begged for him to take you to a hospital and he took your hand in his and squeezed it while staring at you lovingly and said "of course sweetheart, afterall your stupid friends hurt your beautiful hand and I'll tell the doctor about that, maybe he'll tell you not to see them again. And then I'll report them to the police, look at how brutal those bitches are, did they really have to break your hand?" he said and took you to the hospital (yikes)

Yunho

Remember that episode of powerpuff girls in which the girls time travel to the future and the whole town is ruined because they weren't there to save them and everyone's old and keeps saying "it's your fault". That's Yunho. Everything is your fault and he'll cry over it and if you deny or leave, he'll end up in the ER.

Please explain to him why you were excitedly thanking the cashier for the store restocking your favorite moisturiser because girl you were obviously cheating on him like that *rolls eyes*

You guys got in the car and drive off and suddenly Yunho inquires about the incident with tears in his eyes "you're going to leave me for him aren't you"

He starts whining and crying and you're scared because he's almost overspending so you slap him to bring him to his senses and ge stops the car

"y-you hit me? It's because you hate me now isn't it? You love that man and now you're going to hit me to make me feel worthless" he says but you answer with a wth because you're fed up of his jealousy and he presses the gas pedal and starts driving recklessly

You start apologizing and reassuring him that you aren't going to leave him and that you love him too much to do so, even though the relationship was exhausting but you had to say this to save your life right now

Yunho stopped the car again and hugged you and smirked to himself

"haha works every time" he thought to himself

Yeosang

His silence speaks volumes

He's the unpredictable kind

So when you slapped him for constantly scolding you for saying no to his stupid plan of going to Jongho's house to watch movies he left you alone and went on his own

But he didn't come back home for the next couple of days

You were ecstatic because "yes finally now I can have some time to myself" but days turned into weeks and now he hadn't contacted you or come home for a month and as much as you hate to admit it, you were worried so you called Jongho and asked him about your boyfriend but Jongho said he hasn't spoken to Yeosang for over a month and revealed that he didn't come to his home to watch movies the day you had the argument with him

You called all his friends but they all said they didn't know where he was

You were scared and guilty and cried

You went to the police station to file a missing report and a search for Kang Yeosang began

The police searched everywhere for him for a few weeks but there was no sign of him

Until one day, a month after the search began and you were starting to lose hope, he came back home

You asked him where he was and he told you he was home

You told him to stop playing with you and demanded to know where he went and why he left you alone

"I just told you I was home, I saw how worried you got and how you cried for me. I saw you sleeping on the couch and in our bed, waiting for any lead for me"

You were terrified of what he said because all of that was true but you knew for a fact that he wasn't home so how did he know all this

"what's going on Yeosang?" you ask him in fear

He just smiled and sat on the couch and turned the TV on

You came to sit next to him and there was silence for some time until he said "y/n? Next time try to hit me, there will be a search party for you"

San

The brutal sadist

You knew better than to get on his nerves because he switches from his usual sweet doting personality to a violent mad man

But you were on your period and everything was making you angry

San was feeling horny and wanted you but you didn't want him to come near you

You were beyond angry when he didn't stop and kept kissing you and trying to undress you, so you slapped him

San caressed his cheek and laughed a little and you knew you've done fucked up

You instantly start apologizing but San kept laughing with his hand still on his cheek

"kinky. do that again" he said

But you didn't want to do that again so you kept telling him how sorry you were and that you wanted him

He looked at you and smiled and said "I said, do. that. again." you were crying at this point

The next thing you knew, San was dragging you out the room by your arm and took you to the basement where he kept his tools. You were still apologizing in hopes of him going easy on you

He fixed your arm in one of the machines (the one which Ester uses to break her arm in the movie Orphan) and kept going until you heard the sound of your broken bones

San started slapping you and you were begging for mercy at this point

He was completely out of it and looked like he would kill you right then and there

You woke up in a hospital bed and heard the doctor telling San that "your girlfriend needs to see a psychiatrist because if she has hurt herself like that now, who knows what she would do to herself in the future"

The doctor came to check you and San held your hand "honey I was so scared! why did you hurt yourself like that. You didn't even think what I would go through, you know I can't see you in pain"

You felt tears escaping

Mingi

Mingi had just insulted your sister for visiting you and kicked her out of the house

You were furious and argued with him about it and he just said "I hate her, so she shouldn't come here where I can see her"

You said "well I hate your bitchass friends and family too, they shouldn't come here either where I can see them"

He started using slurs against your family and you slapped him out of anger

He quickly pushed you towards the wall and punched you

Your lips were bleeding but he wasn't done

He said he'd do the same to your sister she ever comes here again

You protested and called him out but he punched you again, this time drawing blood from your nose

You really didn't think Mingi would ever hit you like this but he just did and you wanted to run out of the house, away from him

But he grabbed your leg as soon as you tried to get out of the room and got on top of you

"you're really getting on my nerves today bitch"

He punched you one more time and you fainted

Wooyoung

Wooyoung is the brat tamer kind and that's what you were being right now, a brat

You wanted to leave the house and go shopping but he wasn't in the mood to go out and you weren't allowed to go without him

So you started whining

He was getting annoyed and warned you

But you had a death wish of some sort and kept whining

He had had enough and started being rough with you to stop you

You protested and accidentally slapped him

You really outdid yourself and now you were in for it

He dragged you to his room, tied your limbs and ripped your clothes off

"now I'm going to punish you for what you've done baby girl and you're going to count for me"

You tried to keep yourself composed

The whip stung your back and you screamed

"that isn't a number I hear, let's start again"

Jongho

Jongho didn't like to use his strength against you under any circumstances

He loved you too much and felt that he needed to protect you

You were happy with him but sometimes he was too much

He just told you that you are forbidden from seeing your male friend again because Jongho got the vibe that he was interested in you

You told him he was thinking too much and that your friend didn't really like you like that

But he said "no means no, you're not going to meet him again"

You were angry at him because you had to meet that friend in less than an hour "how am I going to explain this to him"?

"tell him you don't want to see him, if he's smart he'll get the message" Jongho replied

"Jongho you're being unreasonable and stupid" you said and he came to stand in front of you with his arms folded on his chest

You hated that he was challenging you right now so you slapped him

He didn't even budge because your slap was nothing compared to what he could do and he didn't want to slap you

But as payback, he forcefully took your phone and called your friend

"you make my girlfriend uncomfortable, don't ever try contacting her or meeting her again if you know what's good for you" he said on the phone

You were embarrassed and annoyed

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cocobeanncteez · 4 years

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ATEEZ San- Confessions (oneshot)

Genre: Angst, fluff, suggestive, high school au, enemies to lovers au.

Pairing: San x Reader (fem)

Warnings: profanities, alcohol.

On a scale of one to ten, you'd rate your life at your prestigious boarding school a nine.

You loved KQ Academy: a boarding school for the rich, spoiled brats of the country. The teachers were highly experienced and the other staff were really nice. The cafeteria food was great and the vending machines always had your favorite drinks. The bathrooms were clean and the classrooms, laboratories, and other activity rooms were large and spacious. There were three different sports fields, a large swimming pool, and a large athletics field. The dormitories were also really comfortable and overall impressive. Basically, your school was lit.

So why did you rate your great life here a nine? Two words: Choi San.

San was the only person here who got on your nerves. Not only was he a rich, spoiled brat, but he was also the most popular guy at school and the captain of the volleyball team. His pretty face screamed of nothing but trouble... for you.

You don't understand why San doesn't like you; ever since he joined your school in ninth grade, you both never got along despite being in the same friend group. Your friends tried their best to make you both decently talk to each other, but they gave up eventually when it clearly wasn't working; you both always argued about the smallest, stupidest things.

"Should I get another piercing?" Hongjoong asked, opening his strawberry yogurt.

"Where?" Yunho questioned. "Please, not on your ear! Let the poor thing breathe!" You chuckled, glancing at the many piercings on your twin brother's ears.

"I swear Hongjoong hyung is a masochist," Yeosang stated, making Mingi and Wooyoung burst out laughing.

"And he likes exhibitionism," Seonghwa said. Hongjoong rolled his eyes, quietly eating his yogurt; he was used to everyone teasing him.

"Hey guys!" you heard Choi San greet before he took his usual seat beside Wooyoung. You glanced at him, immediately noticing his disheveled hair and swollen lips.

"Oh god, San, who was it now?" Eunhee, Hongjoong's girlfriend, questioned.

"Na Yuri," San said with a smirk. "She took me behind the auditorium. There were no cameras there." You heard Jiwoo mumble a 'not surprise' from beside you, making you chuckle.

"And you managed to get off in less than five minutes?" Wooyoung asked, raising an eyebrow.

San fake gasped in shock. "What! Wooyoung, you know I don't fuck these girls. I've only made out with them."

"What, really?" Jongho asked in surprise.

"Yeah, I haven't slept with anyone other than my ex, Jina," San said, taking a bite of Yeosang's ice cream sandwich, earning a glare from the boy. You were quite surprised at this new information; the entire school thought San fucked a new chick every week. You wondered why he never said anything about it despite all the false claims.

"Y/N," you heard someone call you, catching all your friends' attention. You saw Kim Yonghee approach you with the sweetest smile on his face. He handed you your notebook that you had given him two days ago. "Thank you so much. Your notes really helped."

"You aced your test?"

He smirked. "Of course." He opened his mouth to say something, but one of his friends called him for football practice. "Well, I'll see you in math," he said with a wink before walking away.

"Oh, someone's blushing!" Eunhee teased.

Yunho chuckled. "Wow, Y/N, I wonder what's got you all pink."

"Yonghee is so fucking cute! I kinda want to date him," you squealed, earning a scoff from an unamused San. Yeosang raised an eyebrow at San who only shrugged. "Do you have an issue, San?" you asked, annoyed by his reaction.

"No, why would I?"

"Well, your reaction doesn't seem like it."

"Why would I care about you and that piece of shit?" he spat, looking away.

"You don't even know him!" your voice was raising.

"Here we go again," Yeosang muttered under his breath.

San glared at you. "As if you know about the way he screws around with—"

"So what? I'd rather be with someone like him than with someone like you," you stated in a cold tone. San's face fell, but he immediately put his pokerface on.

Seonghwa sighed. "Can you two stop fighting for once?"

"It's his fault," you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

"No, it's yours," San retorted. "You could've ignored me."

You were about to say something, but the bell rang. You glared at San before dragging Wooyoung and Mingi with you to your next class.

A month later, you ended up in an FWB relationship with Kim Yonghee. So far, things were going really well.

You were at Seonghwa and Hongjoong's dorm with everyone. You noticed how San has been really quiet and sulky these past few days. Despite always arguing with him, you felt worried for him. You wanted to ask him if he was all right, but you knew he'd just roll his eyes or make a sarcastic comment.

You nudged Yunho who was sitting beside you. "Is San all right?" you whispered in his ear.

Yunho shook his head. "No, he's not okay. I don't know what happened, and he said he doesn't want to talk about it." You nodded, but you felt like Yunho was lying to you.

"Y/N, how are things going on between you and Yonghee?" Mingi asked.

"Good," you answered with a smile. "He's an absolute gentleman."

"Yeah, I could tell from last night," Eunhee teased, making you choke on nothing in particular, wondering how she found out about you sneaking Yonghee into your suite style dorm. "You're not as sneaky as you think you are, Y/N."

San slammed his can of sprite on the table, startling a few of you. "Sorry, I'm a little tired," he mumbled. "Yunho, I'm going to our room. I'll see you all tomorrow." You noticed Wooyoung and Seonghwa share a glance before Seonghwa nodded.

"I'm heading back as well. Good night guys," Seonghwa said, quickly getting up and following San. There was clearly something up with San and you really wanted to find out.

While you were having lunch with your friends, Yonghee came to your table. He kissed you gently, earning an 'aww' from Eunhee and Jiwoo.

"Hey, hey, hey, no kissing in front of her older brother," Hongjoong said sternly. You rolled your eyes; he was only older by eight minutes.

"Sorry, man," Yonghee chuckled. "Here," he handed you a few sheets. "Seunghun told me to give this to you. It's his part of the assignment you both are working on. He said you can arrange it however you'd like."

"Ah, tell him I said thanks," you said.

"Will do, doll." he kissed your head before leaving.

San witnessed the entire scene and he lost his appetite. He pushed his food around with his spoon, feeling heartbroken.

"Step up your game, bro," Mingi said to San in a low tone so that the others couldn't hear.

"What do you mean?" San questioned.

Mingi rolled his eyes. "We all know you like Y/N. Don't give her up easily."

"Well, she likes Yonghee."

"They're only friends with benefits," Hongjoong said, joining the conversation. "They're just fooling around. I know it might seem like she has feelings for him, but trust me, she doesn't."

San bit his lip anxiously. "But she hates me."

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. "I know my sister well enough to say that she doesn't hate you, Sannie. In fact, she was really hurt 'cause she thinks you hate her. You both should really stop fighting and assuming shit."

"She doesn't hate me?" San asked in surprise.

"No, she doesn't, you idiot," Mingi muttered with a sigh. "Now step up your game, San, before someone else sweeps her off her feet."

You were watching the volleyball team practice for an upcoming inter-school match. San and Yeosang were on the team, so your entire group was here as well, watching them practice 'cause there was nothing else to do.

You had to admit, San was a great captain. He was so sweet to them and hyped them up every time they did well. It was even more fascinating to watch him play. When the team decided to take a break, he approached you, taking his water bottle from where you were sitting.

You couldn't help but check him out in the team uniform. The blue tank top and shorts exposed the muscles on his arms and thighs. He titled his head back, pouring the water into his mouth. You watched his Adam's apple bob with every gulp, and the way a few drops of water rolled down his lips and chin. His jawline looked sharper, and you saw a bead of sweat travelling down the side of his face. San looked undeniably attractive, especially with his new eyebrow piercing and dyed black hair; he already looked so good with his previous brown hair, and now he looked irresistible.

"Y/N, I asked you something," San said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Oh, uh, I'm sorry, what were you saying?" you hoped he didn't notice you checking him out. San and you have surprisingly not had any fights recently, and he wasn't making any comments to piss you off either. You wondered why he suddenly changed his behavior towards you after years of getting on your nerves.

He smirked, pointing to his little red bag. "Could you open my bag and give me the green towel?" You did as he said, unkowingly blushing. San noticed everything, but he didn't say anything about it yet. He wiped the sweat off his face with the towel, suddenly leaning in close to your face. Your eyes darted between his eyes and his lips, and your heartbeat sped up. San reached behind you to take his bag, shoving the towel and his water bottle inside. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, mentally reminding yourself to get your shit together. You glanced at your friends, relieved that they were too busy talking to notice the little scene between you and San; you knew they would tease the shit out of you if they saw what happened.

"Y/N," Yeosang called out. "You're coming for the party tomorrow night, no?"

"Of course," you said, a little confused as to why he suddenly asked. "Jiwoo would kill me if I missed it."

Jiwoo turned her head at the mention of her name. "Damn right, I would," she said with a nod.

Yeosang smirked. "You're coming in my car."

"I have to sit on San's lap?!" you half-yelled at Yeosang.

"Yeah, Yunho is sitting in the front with the Pegasus glass figurine he got for Jiwoo. The painting I got is in the backseat, and our bags are in the trunk. So you don't have a choice."

You bit your lip. "Fine."

You waited outside the car until San and Yunho came from their dorm. You wondered why San wasn't surprised when you told him you had to sit on his lap, but you brushed it off, assuming Yeosang would've told him earlier.

San was dressed in all black: ripped jeans, a leather jacket and a black t-shirt underneath it. You sat on his lap, closing the car door. He looked irresistible and his Chanel perfume made him smell so good, you didn't know how you'd survive the half an hour long car ride to Jiwoo's mansion without him noticing you inhaling his scent like air.

San gently wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him so that you could sit comfortably. Yeosang started driving and you hoped time would go really fast.

Unfortunately, time seemed to be going really slow for you.

San pushed your hair to one side, making you lean back a little so that your back was pressed against his chest. "Sit comfortably, I don't bite," he whispered in your ear.

Yunho was talking about something, but you paid no attention. The only thing you could focus on was San's beautiful voice and laughs while you blankly stared out the window.

San noticed you weren't paying attention. He leaned forward a little, his lips coming in contact with the bare skin of your shoulder, making goosebumps arise on your skin. "Are you cold?" San teased when he saw the goosebumps on your bare thighs; you cursed yourself for wearing a short off-shoulder dress.

"Yeah, I am," you lied. San rubbed his palms together before placing them on your thighs. You gasped softly at his warm touch. He gently rubbed your thighs, trying to warm you up like as if he didn't know why you got goosebumps in the first place.

"We're here, guys," Yeosang announced, pulling up into Jiwoo's mansion that was lit up with a lot of LED lights.

You quickly got out of the car once Yeosang parked, running to hug Jiwoo.

"Happy eighteenth, Jiwoo!"

She chuckled. "Thank you, Y/N!"

"I can't wait to see you drunk!" you said with a giggle, excited that your friend could finally drink. She playfully rolled her eyes, dragging you inside to where half your school was while she told you which room you would be staying in. You were sure there were nearly two hundred people here, but you weren't surprised; Jiwoo's birthday parties were always like this.

"By the way, you're sharing a room with San tonight," Jiwoo said.

Your eyes widened. "What?! Why? Wasn't I supposed to be sleeping in your room?"

"Yeah," she said. "But, um... Yunho might be there and I don't think you'd want to witness us—"

"Okay, okay!" you half-yelled. "Why can't I sleep in Eunhee's room?"

"Ask Hongjoong if he's willing to switch with you," she chuckled and you groaned, knowing very well your twin brother would rather sleep next to his girlfriend than next to his friend.

But maybe he would agree? After all, he's quite protective of you and he wouldn't let you sleep next to a guy.

"Absolutely not," Hongjoong replied when you asked him to switch places with you.

"Joong! How can you let your baby sister sleep with a guy?" you whined.

He shrugged. "I trust San more than any other guy here. Besides, I need some privacy with my girl, you know? The dorms aren't a very great place to—"

You slammed your palm over his mouth, shutting him up. "I get it! I'll just deal with it."

You walked over to the bar, getting a whiskey and coke. You didn't have an issue with sleeping next to San; you just didn't know how you'd control yourself around him, especially after what happened hardly an hour ago.

After Jiwoo cut her huge birthday cake and popped a bottle of Champagne, some people from your grade sat down in one of the rooms to play truth or dare. Wooyoung and Mingi literally begged you to play and of course, you couldn't refuse.

"All right, I'm gonna spin it," Jongho said, spinning an empty beer bottle. It landed on Yeosang. "Truth or dare, hyung?" Jongho asked.

"Truth," he answered.

"I got one!" Seonghwa said, turning to smirk at Yeosang. "Do you like a certain Japanese girl who's in your economics class?" You chuckled, glancing at the Japanese girl who was sitting right across Yeosang.

Yeosang smirked. "Of course I like my girlfriend." Your jaw dropped and so did many other's. You glanced at Mayumi who was clearly blushing; she reminded you so much of Yeosang.

"Kang Yeosang! You sly shit!" Wooyoung yelled, playfully tackling his friend to the ground.

"I knew something was happening between them!" Hongjoong stated with a laugh, making Mayumi turn pinker than she already was.

After a few more rounds, some people left, making the circle of people smaller. Eunhee spun the bottle and it landed on herself.

"Truth or dare?" Mingi asked.

"Truth."

"Is Hongjoong hyung a dom or a sub?" Mingi asked with a smirk.

"Both, but mostly a dom," she answered, unbothered.

"I'm not even surprised," Wooyoung said before spinning the bottle. It landed on you.

"Truth or dare, Y/N?" Wooyoung asked, a smile dancing on his lips.

"I'll go with dare."

Wooyoung grinned mischievously. "I dare you to . . . give San a hickey." You choked on nothing in particular.

"In front of you all?"

"Obviously not!" Hongjoong said in disgust. "I'd rather not witness that."

Your friends cheered for you when you got up and dragged San along with you to the room you both had to share tonight. Your heart raced with every step you took, and when he closed the door, the only sound you could hear was your pounding heartbeat.

San removed his shoes before sitting on the middle of the bed. You took off your heels, getting on the bed as well.

"Where do you want it?" you asked, avoiding eye-contact.

"Below my collarbone or here," he pointed to an area of the left side of his neck. You decided to give it on his neck because you've never given a collarbone hickey, so you didn't want to screw it up and embarrass yourself in front of the man who was currently driving you crazy.

San sat against the headboard of the bed, letting you straddle his lap. You placed a hand at his nape and the other at his shoulder, leaning in to place your lips on his neck. You gently brushed your lips against his skin before kissing around the area for a while. Your hand at his nape moved into his hair, tugging on it. San groaned softly, hands gripping your waist while he tilted his head to give you more access. You started to suck on his skin, making sure you bit him gently and gave him a few little licks. San's hands pushed you down on his growing bulge, making you moan against his skin. You pulled away from his neck, eyes instantly locking with his. You glanced between his eyes and his lips, unknowingly biting your own. San freed your bottom lip with his thumb, running it over your lip.

"I'd like to bite that lip," San said in a low tone. You couldn't control yourself anymore. You crashed your lips onto his and he responded just as eagerly as you. San took your bottom lip in between his teeth, gently pulling and biting on it, making you moan. He smirked, pulling away. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this."

"Don't you hate me?" you asked, shocked by his little confession.

San flipped you onto your back, hovering over you. He pressed his bulge against you. "What do you think?" he whispered, making you blush. "Y/N, you drive me absolutely crazy. I've liked you ever since ninth grade." Your eyes widened; he has liked you ever since he joined your school?!

"But— Then why were you always fighting with me?" you couldn't help but ask, even though right now wasn't a very... appropriate time.

"Remember how I was back then? I was so nerdy and you liked guys who were the complete opposite of that," he said, cupping your cheek. "No matter how hard I tried to get you to like someone like me, it just never worked. You always liked seniors and dated playboys. And then when I started screwing around, you still didn't like me. I guess... I guess that's why I fought with you a lot and it got worse over the years."

"San, you were perfect," you murmured. "I always thought you were way too good for me, that's why I never really bothered." you ran your hand through his hair. "I'm sorry for making you change yourself..."

San shook his head, lying beside you on the bed. "It's not your fault. I was fifteen and stupid, Y/N. Besides, I'm used to being like this now." You bit your lip, not knowing what to say. "Y/N, I hated seeing you with Yonghee. I know you guys aren't dating, but the thought of you with him or with anyone else... I really hate it," he looked like he wanted to say something, but he was hesitating a lot. You cupped his cheek, giving him an encouraging smile.

San took a deep breath. "Um, Y/N, do you... feel the same way about me?" You immediately kissed him as an answer, making him blush and sigh in relief.

"Well, my dare is complete," you murmured, fingers running over the hickey you had given him. You leaned in, placing a soft kiss on it. "How about we continue from where we left off?" you whispered in his ear.

San smirked, pulling you close to his body by your waist. "Mhmm, I'd like that."

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